A Refined Evening
octavia was her name, as rarity just spoke. she had her eyes closed as she played, her cutie mark being a treble clef. she was wearing a white collar with a pink bow on the front.
Bedlam's Requiem
octavia, was it? she cast me a smile while she set her instrument down. "many thanks, your highness. we shall return to the stage in a half hour, if that is all right."
The Best Gifts Don't Come From a Store - Chapter 4 - (Christmas)
Aria, adagio, sonata put on a show with octavia who played music for them alongside the help of vinyle who had set up a synthesizer in place of an actual band as celestia sent near all the staff home to be with family.
Jahaliya: Port of Cum (novella)
Chortled a mink, octavia, "i've heard of the wrestling to be done in all sorts of messy ways and i want to try them out to see if men would dive in fuck me blind!" to those notes, the lustful cheering exploded into deafening intensity.
Closing the Year
Maybe they could hire octavia for a little solo work here." "i don't know if a lone cello player would be enough in terms of variety, lyra. they would have to hire a whole band."