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Post by Kitty on Jul 2, 2010 23:42:42 GMT -5
 That was it .... she was quitting school! Not only did the mouse-brains stare at her, but she seemed to lack any and all natural talent for music. The badger/lioness' tail lashed from side to side as she stared at a page of music ... sure, she could read it just fine ... but she just couldn't seem to play it ... on anything. She pulled her whiskers back against her cheeks and narrowed her pink eyes at the pages. This is dumb, why do we have to do it? She shifted her gaze over to her brother, eyes still narrowed and her coat bristled... no doubt he was probably feeling the effects of her mood but .... she really didn't care in the least right now. She was frustrated .... and she intended on letting the entire neighborhood know it if that were possible... or feel it really. That would be nice. It didn't help at all that her sibling was borderline prodigy as it was, that made all of this so much more frustrating. Why couldn't she be as good as he was... or anyone else in the family for that matter? She felt so very.... inadequate. Was that the right word? It certainly felt right ... Notes: This cute little girl will give you a bizarre creeping sensation when she becomes angry, almost as though the “background noise” has picked up in tension. Cards ranked 8 and lower will begin to have a panic attack the strength of which depends on their will-power, as the odd not-sound becomes a crescendo... |
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Post by seraaches on Jul 3, 2010 0:04:43 GMT -5
Baroque was concentrating. He was learning how to translate the melodies he made up in his head into notes on paper; it was a difficult task at times, though he was quite determined to succeed. He was, after all, the gifted child in the family. Poor Sonata! He pitied her ugly, giant claws and her inability to play music. He had hope for her; both of their parents had been brilliant and it seemed impossible to the child that at least some of that not rub off on her. He didn't realize immediately that she was (again!) having trouble. At least, not until he began to get very agitated. Something was. . . interfering with the music in his head, as though the room was filling with static. . . "Sonata," he snapped at his sister. "Quit it! I'm trying to compose here!" He sent her a dirty look for good measure. |
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Post by Kitty on Jul 3, 2010 3:03:30 GMT -5
Why had she thought she'd get any form of sympathy from her brother? Her glare, her anger and the odd not-sound caused by it all increased at his snap. She loved her brother, but he just really got under her skin at times like this. Didn't he have friends to talk to or something rather then sitting her, in her line of sight, showing her up for the thousandth time? Her hackles rose as she leaned forward, her voice as threatening as she could manage. Baroque .... I swear I'll shred your compositions in your sleep if you snap at me again ... and snap all your violin strings for good measure! Satisfied with her threat she puffed out her chest a bit ... until a familiar sound of footfalls in the doorway caught her attention. She really didn't have any luck at all today, did she? The not-sound died down as her anger gave way to a mix of guilt and .... well, remorse over getting caught. There will be none of that in this house ... you're to respect others creations and instruments as if they were your own, Sonata. The odd not-sound the girls agitation brought didn't affect him as he'd seen it affect others, but he'd grown sensitive to it's presence. He needed to be ... the girl had a temper that rivaled his mother's and his sister's. Clearly that had to be a trait born to the blood of his female kin. Not that he wasn't entirely temper free of course.... he just learned early to bite his tongue and behave. He leaned in the doorway and placed a hand on his hip, eying the two for a moment. What's going on in here anyway? Not like he could work with noise in the next room anyhow .... so why not solve the problem early?  |
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Post by seraaches on Jul 3, 2010 20:41:55 GMT -5
Baroque's glare matched his sister's, despite the fact that his ears were flattening--uselessly-- against his head, and he'd tilted it slightly as a grimace pulled at his features. He tried very hard to keep her from knowing that she was getting to him, but, it still got his tail in a knot. He didn't care how she made that horrendous noise, he just wanted her to stop doing it.
He wasn't as afraid of her threat as perhaps she thought he should be-- the wrath of Papa could be a fearsome thing to behold and injuring compositions or instruments were one fantastic way of doing just-- but he really did want the not-sound to stop buzzing in his head.
He was about to turn placating when he was saved by the appearance of their mother-father. "Papa!" Baroque exclaimed in relief. He wasn't quite old enough to be 'above' tattle-telling. Of course, he was certain he was presenting his 'explanation' in a very mature and not whiny voice. Though there was perhaps a little bit of a whine to it. "Sonata was doing that static thing again and it made me forget my melody."
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Post by Kitty on Jul 25, 2010 15:11:04 GMT -5
She sighed and sent another glare in her brother's direction, not only was he flaunting his good-at-everything....ness at her but he was also telling on her? Her little rounded ears flattened out as she stared at him ... the nerve! Although her attention, and expression, shifted when papa cleared his throat. This just wasn't fair. Not at all.
He won't help me at all... he just sits over there and works on his stuff ... and... I ... can't do this.
Her voice softened a bit and she looked away, her cheeks flushing with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. She had far too much pride to make such an admission easily but ... she needed help and all doing it alone was getting her was angry. Papa was Tulgy/Villa to and he was amazing with everything music... but she just.... couldn't. Not fair... not at all.
His lip curled up in a little grin as he eyed the pair, they were just too funny sometimes, and they reminded him so much of himself and his sister when they were younger. Sonata had so much of his sister and his mother in her he almost felt sorry for her, but no ... she'd grow up to be a strong, independent woman just like they had .... and he couldn't ask for anything more. Except, maybe a little more patience.
Baroque ... get your violin and and start to play what you've written .... if it's worth writing down it'll all come back to you. If not .... it wasn't really up to the best of standards and perhaps if it doesn't then your sister has done you a favor and saved you from work you wouldn't have liked. And you, Sonia, what seems to be your main block of muse?
He turned curious red eyes from his son to his his daughter, meeting her slightly bewildered pink eyes. His expression was still light, but he arched a brow when she remained silent.
Sonata twitched her tail a bit, the blue tuft dancing across the plush carpet as she thought.
Well... for one ... these claws. They make it so hard to grasp or do just about anythign with strings.
She twiddled her toes a bit, her badger claws tapping the carpet softly. How had father ever done this with his own claws? She knew he was all badger... and that had to have made his claws harder to deal with then hers.... right? |
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