Hester
You think you're hanging with the winners, girl
There's a pause as Hester considers the question, her teeth moving to worry at her bottom lip. "I suppose... if they don't want to listen to something important, it must not be that important to them." A shrug rolls over her shoulders, her eyes dipping away from Beatrix. "At least I spoke up, even if no one listened." Even that was an accomplishment for her, especially in front of so many people.
Hester's first reaction is to shrink back from the grin offered by the other woman, but some stubborn part of her refuses to yield anything else to the Launceleyn. Especially this, her music the one thing she knows she owns. "When would you have had the chance to learn?" The fiddle has been lowered, but not fully, inattentive fingers plucking lightly at strings to keep any silence from settling.
Hester's first reaction is to shrink back from the grin offered by the other woman, but some stubborn part of her refuses to yield anything else to the Launceleyn. Especially this, her music the one thing she knows she owns. "When would you have had the chance to learn?" The fiddle has been lowered, but not fully, inattentive fingers plucking lightly at strings to keep any silence from settling.
cause you never seen 'em lose
