Beatrix
Beatrix is curious about the girl's father. She's pretty sure that's strange advice, but maybe it was solid advice? She didn't know and didn't want to revisit.
Instead, she's pleased when they turn back to the instrument at hand. Learning is something she understands, at least. "So... each string makes a different noise?" She furrowed her brow as Hester played an example, nodding slowly. "That makes sense." After all, music was a gathering of sounds played together in a way that sounded pleasing to the ear.
Beatrix studied where Hester was pressing her finger and adjusted her instrument to be held more comfortably, at least, comfortable to her. The technique was all wrong. She pressed her fingertip to the string, drawing it across quickly, almost as if she's afraid of breaking the string.
Instead, she's pleased when they turn back to the instrument at hand. Learning is something she understands, at least. "So... each string makes a different noise?" She furrowed her brow as Hester played an example, nodding slowly. "That makes sense." After all, music was a gathering of sounds played together in a way that sounded pleasing to the ear.
Beatrix studied where Hester was pressing her finger and adjusted her instrument to be held more comfortably, at least, comfortable to her. The technique was all wrong. She pressed her fingertip to the string, drawing it across quickly, almost as if she's afraid of breaking the string.
Let me break you into pieces,
shatter your heart,
and show you what living really is.
shatter your heart,
and show you what living really is.
