BEATRIX
Beatrix studied the other woman, her head tilting slightly. “But it’s important to you. And you should never let yourself go unheard. Do you let people ignore your music—well, I’m not sure anyone could ignore music like that, but the point is: you shouldn’t be a coward.” When the other woman mentioned that, at least she spoke up, Beatrix grinned.
“All right, at least you spoke up. But next time, are you going to make them see you—hear you?” She moved closer, lips pulling back into a wide grin as the other woman refused to shrink away from her. “You should approach public speaking with the same will that you approach me.” She declared, snorting.
“Never, I suppose. I don’t believe Mother much cared for hobbies outside of magic, and… well, there’s the missing years.” She waved a hand, as if those years meant nothing—really, anything past the recent meant very little to the woman. “Teach me,” she stated, not as a question, but almost as an order. “Teach me to play it.”
Beatrix couldn't help her curiosity.
“All right, at least you spoke up. But next time, are you going to make them see you—hear you?” She moved closer, lips pulling back into a wide grin as the other woman refused to shrink away from her. “You should approach public speaking with the same will that you approach me.” She declared, snorting.
“Never, I suppose. I don’t believe Mother much cared for hobbies outside of magic, and… well, there’s the missing years.” She waved a hand, as if those years meant nothing—really, anything past the recent meant very little to the woman. “Teach me,” she stated, not as a question, but almost as an order. “Teach me to play it.”
Beatrix couldn't help her curiosity.
LAUNCELEYN
