Continuation...? I don't know, I'm just sort of screwing around with the idea now.
Brook was long accustomed to the little head of waves and curls that bounced around the manor like it was nobody's business, silently and swiftly fulfilling what ever personal endeavor that always seemed so crucial since the only way of completing such tasks was by racing through the halls like there was a fire in every room. So when the flourish of châtain scurried past him yet again, he thought little of it. Then he did a double-take. Wait, was that right? No, there was something different, something that struck him as unusual. One off color, a flash of dark red to be exact, that was not part of the usual assemble of the bustling flurry. "Eh, hold it!" Last time he checked, his daughter never had a bulgy maroon rectangle plastered to the front of her chest. The little girl instantly halted her jaunty scampering, reluctantly turning to face her monstrous tree of a father. "Fae, what are you doing with your mother's sewing book?"
"Nothing," she murmured, her eyes flicking from one wooden plank of the floor to the next.
His lips pulled into a frown. "Don't lie to me, young lady."
The small child fidgeted uncomfortably, shifting her weight from one foot to the other with a bit of a bob, as if performing one of the most infamous dances when one is in need of relieving themselves. "I was going to put it on the piano bench," she finally answered, her face sinking lower and lower behind the book in which she held so soundly to her chest.
Brook had to fight the sudden urge to smile, desperate to maintain the stern, fatherly visage he had going, now that the only thing visible of the child were two eden green sols, preciously peering up at him from their hardbound horizon. He didn't quite make it. "And why would you do that?" He held a fist up to his mouth, repressing a chuckle that rose in his throat.
"So I could reach the keys," she mumbled softly.
Brook's heart skipped a beat. Could it be? Neither Cecilia nor Baron had ever shown so much as a flicker of interest when it came to the line of music much to Brook's disappointment. And even when he attempted to introduce them to such instruments as the piano or violin, they simply turned up their noses before he even had the chance to teach them the difference between andante and allegro. He knelt down, placing a mischievous finger on the head of the book and playfully pushing down so as to get a better look of the bashful little face that lied beyond. "You mean you were going to try to play?"
All at once, the hardcover barrier came tumbling down to reveal the exhilarated grin in which the girl's teeth bore. "Yeah! Just like mommy!" she exclaimed.
He tilted his head curiously, lifting an eyebrow at the unexpected outburst. "Why not like daddy?" His eyes narrowed suspiciously, a smile slowly spreading across his lips. She scrunched up her nose, retreating once more behind the buckram burgundy cover, as if holding up the book between her and the inquiry would separate her from the foul stench of the week old onions she seemed to catch a whiff of at that moment. "Daddy looks at hard looking papers when he plays. With a lot of dots and squiggles."
Brook couldn't sustain himself from laughing this time. "Yohohoho~ Those dots and squiggles are called notes." He tenderly scooped up the child with full intention of heading towards the drawing room where in one of its four corners sat a luxurious grand piano that was cherished and highly frequented by the man himself. "And they're not that hard to learn if you have a good teacher."
"Will notes help me play better?"
"Indeed they will. But only if you put in the time and effort needed to learn them."
"Then I want to learn notes!"
"Ah! You do?!"
"Yes! Daddy, will you be my teacher?"
"Hmmmm, I don't know…"
"Please daddy! Please, please, pleeeeeease!"
"Well, you got me. I guess I have to now."
"Thank you, dada!"
I got lazy towards the end...Can you tell?
Cecillia and Baron are older syblings.
Fae is about 6 yrs.
Fae: Fairy (French) People with this name tend to be creative and excellent at expressing themselves. They are drawn to the arts, and often enjoy life immensely.
Annette can play the piano by ear, making it look easy in Fae's eyes hence why she is so eager to learn like her mother unlike her father who looks at sheet music.
