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- “Octavia! You're going to be late for school!” you yell upstairs. “Your breakfast is getting cold!”
- >You stand in the kitchen with a mug of coffee in your hand, watching the staircase.
- >There's no response, save for an incoherent set of groans from the second floor.
- >After setting the mug down, you head up to rouse the sleeping one.
- >She's retreated all the way under the covers when you arrive.
- “I made cinnamon toast. If you don't come downstairs, I'm going to eat it all myself.”
- >The covers shift.
- >[“Five more minutes...”] the filly says quietly, poking her head out.
- >You cross your arms.
- “English, Octavia. It's time to get up. Come on!” You pick up the covers and lift them off of the filly.
- >She looks up at you and puts on her best puppy-dog face.
- >”Can't I stay home today? My tummy...”
- >You furrow your brow and reach down.
- >Octavia melodramatically groans and flops back down to the bed. You rub her belly for a second before quickly scooping her up and carrying her to the bathroom.
- “Well, if you're sick, you need medicine. How does that sound? A little timber wolf sap?” The filly's eyes go wide and she starts to squirm.
- >”I...I feel better now. No timber wolf sap, please.”
- >You stay the course.
- “Are you sure? I wouldn't be a very good father if I didn't make sure my little mare is feeling well.”
- >”I-I'm sure! I'm sure! I'll go!”
- >With a laugh, you put her down. Octavia scurries to the bathroom herself to start brushing her teeth.
- “Come down when you're done! Breakfast is waiting!”
- >You head back downstairs to read the paper while Octavia washes up.
- >Three minutes into an engrossing article about the upcoming Winter Wrap Up, you hear a rapid clopping off to your side.
- >Before you can react, the paper has been snatched out of your hands by Octavia as she leaps across your lap.
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- >She lands on the other side of your chair and starts scouring the paper.
- >After a few seconds of manic page-flipping, she beams and grabs the comics page before jumping into her chair.
- >The filly scans the page rapidly while munching on her toast.
- >You check the clock.
- “Alright, we should get going. Are you ready?” you ask.
- >Octavia scrunches up her face when she gets to the end of one strip.
- >She looks up at you, pouting.
- >”You left it off!” she cries, pointing at the last panel. “What happens to Luther?”
- >With a laugh, you circle around to her and pick up her now empty plate.
- “You'll just have to wait until tomorrow to find out.”
- >”Why don't you just say?”
- “Because then nobody would read it tomorrow. Now come, get your scarf on. It's cold out.”
- >The little grey mare sighs and follows you to the closet. You wrap a dark blue scarf around her before turning to get your coat.
- >When you turn back around, she's disappeared.
- “Tavi?” you call.
- >There's no response.
- >You hear a shuffling from the staircase. Following the sound, you rub your temples.
- “Tavi, you're going to be late for school again if you don't come down here now.”
- >”Octavia isn't here, Tall Man!” the filly suddenly yells. She's pulled the scarf up over her muzzle like a mask and is lunging at you from the stairs. “There is only me! Grey Area!” She yelps when you catch her mid-tackle.
- “Well she can go to school in Octavia's place, then. Come along,” you answer, carrying the squirming filly under your arm.
- >When you get to the door, you put her on your shoulders.
- >She kicks lightly. “Mush!” she cries.
- >You start walking to the schoolhouse, thinking of what new trouble your daughter will find today.
- End
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