Hester
You think you're hanging with the winners, girl
Hester's face hardened as her words at the council meeting were brought up, her confidence questioned. For a moment, she considered ignoring the question, ignoring the girl entirely, but it wasn't in her nature to not answer, when she could. "I know people want to hear what I play, most of the time. They don't always want to hear the things I say though." It seemed simple enough to the bard, her shoulders shrugging.
"Not too hard." Hester answered cheerily enough, confident enough talking about her craft to hazard a joke. "Unless, of course, you want to play it well." As if to demonstrate, her fingers rise and she rips through a scale, each note loud and ringing in the cold morning air.
The scale fizzles out as her question is finally answered. Well, "answered". Still, Hester smiles, thinner than she would normally, but not without warmth. "You let me know when you remember." She offers simply, before starting another song, all fast, cutting rhythms and tricky melodies, the song seeming to loop in on itself over and over.
"Not too hard." Hester answered cheerily enough, confident enough talking about her craft to hazard a joke. "Unless, of course, you want to play it well." As if to demonstrate, her fingers rise and she rips through a scale, each note loud and ringing in the cold morning air.
The scale fizzles out as her question is finally answered. Well, "answered". Still, Hester smiles, thinner than she would normally, but not without warmth. "You let me know when you remember." She offers simply, before starting another song, all fast, cutting rhythms and tricky melodies, the song seeming to loop in on itself over and over.
cause you never seen 'em lose
