Hester
You think you're hanging with the winners, girl
Hester raises her brow, an almost smile quirking her lips. "I don't let people ignore my music if they want to listen to it, but they have the option to not listen to it." She tries to be mindful of others, as much as she can be - hence why she's out int he furthest reaches of the citadels walls, far out of the way of most anyone else.
"It's not up to me to force them to listen to me." The words are accompanied with a shake of her head, Hester not quite understanding why this is such a big deal to the Launceleyn woman. The next suggesiton that comes from her does manage to draw a proper grin to Hester's lips, a giggle leaving her. "You're the one doing the approaching."
There's something a little sad about the admission that comes from Beatrix, something that has some part of Hester thawing, despite the snappy demand in the words. "My da was the one who taught me to play." This is quieter, mostly a buffer to fill the moment she needs to think, to consider her options. "If... if I teach you, you have to trust what I say. And you'll have to get your own fiddle." Simple enough requests, if the other was truly serious.
"It's not up to me to force them to listen to me." The words are accompanied with a shake of her head, Hester not quite understanding why this is such a big deal to the Launceleyn woman. The next suggesiton that comes from her does manage to draw a proper grin to Hester's lips, a giggle leaving her. "You're the one doing the approaching."
There's something a little sad about the admission that comes from Beatrix, something that has some part of Hester thawing, despite the snappy demand in the words. "My da was the one who taught me to play." This is quieter, mostly a buffer to fill the moment she needs to think, to consider her options. "If... if I teach you, you have to trust what I say. And you'll have to get your own fiddle." Simple enough requests, if the other was truly serious.
cause you never seen 'em lose
