After a hard rehearsal, Octavia also had to run home in the rain.
The foul autumn weather did not contribute to good mood or good health.
If Octavia hadn’t taken a hot shower on her return, and if Vinyl hadn’t greeted her with a huge сup of hot tea with honey and ginger, Melody would have gotten the flu.
When she reached the bed, Octavia collapsed onto the white sheets with a satisfied groan. Snoring sweetly under the blanket, the gray earth pony quickly sank into a deep sleep.
She was dreaming of something big and warm and fragrant. The recent cup of tea from Vinyl took the size of a small tub, which was so nice to hug.