morieris

Friday was a long day.

After a school day of being singled out by sitting in the front and copying from Confetti's messy paper, Melody kneeled on the family couch,trying hard not to strain at her surrounds lest she hurt her eyes. She heard Treble alternate between tapping on a drum and banging on a piano.

She listened closely.."If you're trying to play 'Fillyharmony's Lullabye', you're playing an A where a B Flat should go."

He groaned. "No one asked you!" he said, before going back to the off tune.

Moments later,"...Um, what's the flat note again?" 

The unicorn did a quick internal count. "Five notes in -"

The door opened with the tinkle of a bell. Treble and Melody's father, Short Sighted, came in "Mel! I've bought something for you, come here!"

Due to his fault in the accident, Choira had appointed Treble as Melody's seeing-eye assistant. He plodded into the room, tugged his sister's tail, and together they walked into the kitchen. Short Sighted was a gray-flanked colt with short white hair and large cokebottle glasses. "Had a good day, dear?" He asked.

"Not quite," Melody replied. They spotted a large pearly gray box on the table - in her case, a smudge. "What's in that?" Asked Treble, trying hard to lift it with magic.

Sighted unlatched it and lifted the cover.

Purple, oval-shaped glass was surrounded by thick black frames. Melody stared at them. "Do you like them?"

"Er..."

"Put 'em on!" cried Treble, resuming his struggle.

"They did look better on the mannequin." Shrugged Sighted. "Give them a try."

Slowly, she lifted them to her face. Instantly, the kitchen came into sharp focus. Surprisingly, nothing was in a purple tint. When she voiced this, her father beamed "We did it in the lab for you. What do you think?"

"They match your mane an' tail!"

They did very well match her mane and tail of alternating electric and navy blue. Although slightly big, it was just such a joy to have her vision fully restored and saw that, yes, these glasses did look far better on her face - and leaps and bounds better than her old granny glasses.

"They're smashtastic! I love them, thank you!" She pulled her brother along by the tail, shouting "Let's go play that piece right! If the great Strings Concordia could hear you, why, the mare would weep!"

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pottersues.livejournal.com. Since early 2009, I think. It's the only reason I made a LJ. It had already been here since 04, so I thought I was pretty late on things, but it's still going. 

Now that the Hunger Games is out we can focus on the next (IMO, will be better) female archer.