BEATRIX
Beatrix's lips curl into a surprised smile when the girl turned around. So it was the girl from the council meeting, who had seemed so nervous and flighty. "Why are you so confident, when you play, but not when you speak up on topics you believe should be heard? You're probably more likely to be heard when you speak confidently." She uttered, ignoring the other woman's question, for the moment.
Dark eyes fell to the instrument, and she nodded toward it, "Is that hard to play?" The music had been beautiful, and the idea of leaving did not appeal to her.
Finally, she addressed the question. "Hmmm, trying to remember." She doesn't specify what she's trying to remember, because she can't specify if she wanted too.
Dark eyes fell to the instrument, and she nodded toward it, "Is that hard to play?" The music had been beautiful, and the idea of leaving did not appeal to her.
Finally, she addressed the question. "Hmmm, trying to remember." She doesn't specify what she's trying to remember, because she can't specify if she wanted too.
LAUNCELEYN
