First Floor Rec Room, Sunday Afternoon
After talking magic and healing and herbs with Merlin and Lady Ghanima, Karla decided to hunt down that piano Ender had mentioned. Ever since her talk with Leto on the roof, she'd found herself missing her music lessons. The piano reminded her of home, of good times, when the only things she'd had to worry about was whether her parents had heard her sassing the Steward and if she could talk her tutor out of giving her chores for not doing her homework.
She sat down at the piano and checked the tuning. Still good, which was a relief, as it had been years since she'd last tried to tune a piano with Craft. And she hadn't been good at it then, either. Starting with warm-up exercises, Karla just let her fingers move across the keys, trying to remind them what playing felt like. In the beginning, she was fairly dreadful, as her fingers stumbled over themselves and she had to prod her brain into remembering what she was supposed to be doing. But eventually muscle memory--and regular memory--came back, and her playing evened out. She was no master pianist by any stretch of the imagination, but she could play with a minimum of missed notes. And what she lacked in technical skill, she made up for with a genuine love for the activity. Eventually, she called in the sheet music she'd bought at Groovy Tunes yesterday and began practicing some of the songs in the book, singing along once she was comfortable with the music.
...Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried...*
Kaeleer didn't have any special day set aside to honor one's parents. Still, even if Karla had known it was Father's Day, she wouldn't have done anything differently. She had bonded with her mother over Craft and being a Queen. She had bonded with her father over horses and pianos.
[mostly establishy, but open to people who don't mind SP. Song is "Famous Blue Raincoat" by Leonard Cohen, one of my dad's favorite songs--though Karla's playing the Jonathan Coulton version because I prefer it.]
She sat down at the piano and checked the tuning. Still good, which was a relief, as it had been years since she'd last tried to tune a piano with Craft. And she hadn't been good at it then, either. Starting with warm-up exercises, Karla just let her fingers move across the keys, trying to remind them what playing felt like. In the beginning, she was fairly dreadful, as her fingers stumbled over themselves and she had to prod her brain into remembering what she was supposed to be doing. But eventually muscle memory--and regular memory--came back, and her playing evened out. She was no master pianist by any stretch of the imagination, but she could play with a minimum of missed notes. And what she lacked in technical skill, she made up for with a genuine love for the activity. Eventually, she called in the sheet music she'd bought at Groovy Tunes yesterday and began practicing some of the songs in the book, singing along once she was comfortable with the music.
...Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried...*
Kaeleer didn't have any special day set aside to honor one's parents. Still, even if Karla had known it was Father's Day, she wouldn't have done anything differently. She had bonded with her mother over Craft and being a Queen. She had bonded with her father over horses and pianos.
[mostly establishy, but open to people who don't mind SP. Song is "Famous Blue Raincoat" by Leonard Cohen, one of my dad's favorite songs--though Karla's playing the Jonathan Coulton version because I prefer it.]