Description:
As the moon traveled across the sky, copious amounts of squeaking, squelching, and moaning could be heard from a cottage on the edge of Ponyville, owned by two very well renowned musicians.
“Whoa! Tavi slow down, your gonna rip em off!”
“And that’s a bad thing how, Vinyl?”
“Heh, good point~”
The raucous sounds carried on for the of the night.
Ocatavia and Vinyl were not seen for most of the next day.
