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Time was a funny thing. You never really realized it was passing until it was already gone. Simple, peaceful days never feel like much. But as the shadows of time gave way to further darkness, the normal, every day life was something to be missed.
This was one of those days. Marietta woke up as she did typically. She went about her business as she would normally. She read, she painted, she took care of her responsibilities. Nothing was out of place. Everything was as it should be. Even the day was normal. The sun was high in the sky. It’s rays kissed all corners of the manor. It was warm, but there was a slight wind in the air keeping everything from getting hot.
And then she smelled it. The lovely aroma of honey and sugar wafted through the halls nearest the kitchen. Marietta stopped where she stood and took it in. A large smile played on her lips as she turned and entered the bustling kitchen. There she saw her very favorite treat: Loukoumades. If Marietta was even slightly more uncouth her mouth would be open and watering. Suddenly the day that was ever so normal was slightly less so. It was now a special day.
Though Marietta preferred solitude, there were few exceptions. If a day was special, it should be shared. And Marietta didn’t spend near enough time with her sisters than she should. Especially recently, she had been absorbed by the notion of invention. She spent countless hours over books about engineering of art. Marietta lived an inspired life, seeing beauty at every crevice of this world. And yet, never has she worked with such fervor, wanting to learn what she could about engineering as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, it was at the cost of quality time with her siblings. Marietta at least saw Evi often enough at the library. And it wasn’t as if Marietta completely disappeared. She did have responsibilities after all. But any moment she had free was spent alone and in silence.
Although that might be to the betterment of her siblings, specifically Evi and Hebe. Marietta tried not to chastise them too often, but she couldn’t help herself. If Marietta had her way, she would put them both in a bubble, where they were safe, happy and protected. Sanasa at least had the full confidence from Marietta. But Evi and Hebe would always be small, precious children in her eyes.
So, she gathered a small plate of the sweets intent on bring it to her youngest sister. She waved off the servant who wanted to hold the plate for Marietta. She could do it herself. The young woman practically glided out of the kitchens and towards the rooms. What were the chances Hebe would be in hers? Should Marietta be so lucky? She gave three quick knocks to her youngest sister’s door. “Hebe, darling, are you there?” She called from the other side. Her voice still soft and probably muffled. At the very least, even if she couldn’t understand she would have a fairly good idea who was knocking. “I have sweets. Would you eat it with me?”
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Time was a funny thing. You never really realized it was passing until it was already gone. Simple, peaceful days never feel like much. But as the shadows of time gave way to further darkness, the normal, every day life was something to be missed.
This was one of those days. Marietta woke up as she did typically. She went about her business as she would normally. She read, she painted, she took care of her responsibilities. Nothing was out of place. Everything was as it should be. Even the day was normal. The sun was high in the sky. It’s rays kissed all corners of the manor. It was warm, but there was a slight wind in the air keeping everything from getting hot.
And then she smelled it. The lovely aroma of honey and sugar wafted through the halls nearest the kitchen. Marietta stopped where she stood and took it in. A large smile played on her lips as she turned and entered the bustling kitchen. There she saw her very favorite treat: Loukoumades. If Marietta was even slightly more uncouth her mouth would be open and watering. Suddenly the day that was ever so normal was slightly less so. It was now a special day.
Though Marietta preferred solitude, there were few exceptions. If a day was special, it should be shared. And Marietta didn’t spend near enough time with her sisters than she should. Especially recently, she had been absorbed by the notion of invention. She spent countless hours over books about engineering of art. Marietta lived an inspired life, seeing beauty at every crevice of this world. And yet, never has she worked with such fervor, wanting to learn what she could about engineering as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, it was at the cost of quality time with her siblings. Marietta at least saw Evi often enough at the library. And it wasn’t as if Marietta completely disappeared. She did have responsibilities after all. But any moment she had free was spent alone and in silence.
Although that might be to the betterment of her siblings, specifically Evi and Hebe. Marietta tried not to chastise them too often, but she couldn’t help herself. If Marietta had her way, she would put them both in a bubble, where they were safe, happy and protected. Sanasa at least had the full confidence from Marietta. But Evi and Hebe would always be small, precious children in her eyes.
So, she gathered a small plate of the sweets intent on bring it to her youngest sister. She waved off the servant who wanted to hold the plate for Marietta. She could do it herself. The young woman practically glided out of the kitchens and towards the rooms. What were the chances Hebe would be in hers? Should Marietta be so lucky? She gave three quick knocks to her youngest sister’s door. “Hebe, darling, are you there?” She called from the other side. Her voice still soft and probably muffled. At the very least, even if she couldn’t understand she would have a fairly good idea who was knocking. “I have sweets. Would you eat it with me?”
Time was a funny thing. You never really realized it was passing until it was already gone. Simple, peaceful days never feel like much. But as the shadows of time gave way to further darkness, the normal, every day life was something to be missed.
This was one of those days. Marietta woke up as she did typically. She went about her business as she would normally. She read, she painted, she took care of her responsibilities. Nothing was out of place. Everything was as it should be. Even the day was normal. The sun was high in the sky. It’s rays kissed all corners of the manor. It was warm, but there was a slight wind in the air keeping everything from getting hot.
And then she smelled it. The lovely aroma of honey and sugar wafted through the halls nearest the kitchen. Marietta stopped where she stood and took it in. A large smile played on her lips as she turned and entered the bustling kitchen. There she saw her very favorite treat: Loukoumades. If Marietta was even slightly more uncouth her mouth would be open and watering. Suddenly the day that was ever so normal was slightly less so. It was now a special day.
Though Marietta preferred solitude, there were few exceptions. If a day was special, it should be shared. And Marietta didn’t spend near enough time with her sisters than she should. Especially recently, she had been absorbed by the notion of invention. She spent countless hours over books about engineering of art. Marietta lived an inspired life, seeing beauty at every crevice of this world. And yet, never has she worked with such fervor, wanting to learn what she could about engineering as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, it was at the cost of quality time with her siblings. Marietta at least saw Evi often enough at the library. And it wasn’t as if Marietta completely disappeared. She did have responsibilities after all. But any moment she had free was spent alone and in silence.
Although that might be to the betterment of her siblings, specifically Evi and Hebe. Marietta tried not to chastise them too often, but she couldn’t help herself. If Marietta had her way, she would put them both in a bubble, where they were safe, happy and protected. Sanasa at least had the full confidence from Marietta. But Evi and Hebe would always be small, precious children in her eyes.
So, she gathered a small plate of the sweets intent on bring it to her youngest sister. She waved off the servant who wanted to hold the plate for Marietta. She could do it herself. The young woman practically glided out of the kitchens and towards the rooms. What were the chances Hebe would be in hers? Should Marietta be so lucky? She gave three quick knocks to her youngest sister’s door. “Hebe, darling, are you there?” She called from the other side. Her voice still soft and probably muffled. At the very least, even if she couldn’t understand she would have a fairly good idea who was knocking. “I have sweets. Would you eat it with me?”
Hebe woke up early, ate a hearty breakfast, and went for a morning ride, accompanied by one of the household guards. He was handsome but not very talkative. She tried to draw him into a conversation by asking about his family and the things he liked to do in his free time. Most people, she had discovered only recently, loved to talk about themselves. This particular guard, however, avoided answering her inquires by warning her of low hanging branches and other perils that she could easily see for herself. Finally, she quit trying and finished the ride in silence. Why were young men so confusing? She didn’t think she’d understand them as long as she lived.
When she returned, she groomed Whimsy and then went to her chambers where a warm bath was waiting for her, strewn with ruby red rose petals. She usually felt dirty after a ride and couldn’t wait to be clean again. Cleanliness was something the young girl took very seriously. If she saw even a speck of dust on her gown, she would demand to change right away. Luckily, she owned so many beautiful chitons and peploi that she couldn’t soil them all in one day.
After her handmaidens dried her off with fluffy towels, they lay out several articles of clothing for her to choose from. When she had made her selection, they dressed her in a bright turquoise peplos embroidered with a design of golden flowers and leaves around the open edges. It was fastened at her shoulders by simple golden fibulae. A belt of gold-dyed leather was wrapped around her waist. The overfold, which fell just above the belt, was embroidered all over in golden thread. Her jewelry consisted of a necklace, earrings, and bracelets for her upper and lower arms. All of them were made of gold and adorned with looping strands of turquoise glass beads.
What should she do now? Wandering out to her balcony, she looked out over the gardens as she considered various possibilities. In a few days, she would have to go back to the palati and resume her duties as Princess Emilia’s lady-in-waiting, which she loved. Hebe spent about half her time at the palati and half at home, where she still took lessons from her tutors. They had given her a day off today. Most likely, they didn’t want to deal with her.
And that suited her just fine. The water spraying upwards from a stone fountain looked like thousands of sparkling diamonds and she watched it while she contemplated an idea that might help her calm the knowledge running constantly through her head. Marietta had told her that if she practiced diligently and devoted effort to it, she could become a fine singer. Hebe hadn’t wanted to learn to sing then because she would have songs playing through her head at all times. But one had to focus to sing, and focus was what she needed to control her wayward thoughts.
Maybe that’s what she would do: ask her second-eldest sister to teach her to improve her voice. If it didn’t help, then she could tell Marietta that she had lost interest. Her family knew how capricious she was and that she often bounced from one activity to another. She just hoped that Marietta didn’t take her indifference as an insult to her or her teaching methods. No, she would not think negatively. Singing would help.
A series of sharp knocks caused her to jump and interrupted her contemplation. Walking through her bedroom to her sitting room, which also overlooked the garden by way of a window that practically covered one wall, she smiled when she heard Marietta’s voice. Perhaps the gods were telling her that singing was a good choice by bringing her sister to her while she was thinking of asking for her assistance.
And she had sweets! The mouthwatering scent of honey was unmistakable. Her stomach rumbled. Hebe had a sweet tooth and could never turn down sugary treats. She threw open the door and beckoned Marietta inside. “Of course I will.” Her eyes fell to the plate. “Mmmmm, loukoumades!” Raising her blue-violet eyes to her sister, she grinned. “I’m glad you’re here, Marietta. I was just thinking about you.”
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Hebe woke up early, ate a hearty breakfast, and went for a morning ride, accompanied by one of the household guards. He was handsome but not very talkative. She tried to draw him into a conversation by asking about his family and the things he liked to do in his free time. Most people, she had discovered only recently, loved to talk about themselves. This particular guard, however, avoided answering her inquires by warning her of low hanging branches and other perils that she could easily see for herself. Finally, she quit trying and finished the ride in silence. Why were young men so confusing? She didn’t think she’d understand them as long as she lived.
When she returned, she groomed Whimsy and then went to her chambers where a warm bath was waiting for her, strewn with ruby red rose petals. She usually felt dirty after a ride and couldn’t wait to be clean again. Cleanliness was something the young girl took very seriously. If she saw even a speck of dust on her gown, she would demand to change right away. Luckily, she owned so many beautiful chitons and peploi that she couldn’t soil them all in one day.
After her handmaidens dried her off with fluffy towels, they lay out several articles of clothing for her to choose from. When she had made her selection, they dressed her in a bright turquoise peplos embroidered with a design of golden flowers and leaves around the open edges. It was fastened at her shoulders by simple golden fibulae. A belt of gold-dyed leather was wrapped around her waist. The overfold, which fell just above the belt, was embroidered all over in golden thread. Her jewelry consisted of a necklace, earrings, and bracelets for her upper and lower arms. All of them were made of gold and adorned with looping strands of turquoise glass beads.
What should she do now? Wandering out to her balcony, she looked out over the gardens as she considered various possibilities. In a few days, she would have to go back to the palati and resume her duties as Princess Emilia’s lady-in-waiting, which she loved. Hebe spent about half her time at the palati and half at home, where she still took lessons from her tutors. They had given her a day off today. Most likely, they didn’t want to deal with her.
And that suited her just fine. The water spraying upwards from a stone fountain looked like thousands of sparkling diamonds and she watched it while she contemplated an idea that might help her calm the knowledge running constantly through her head. Marietta had told her that if she practiced diligently and devoted effort to it, she could become a fine singer. Hebe hadn’t wanted to learn to sing then because she would have songs playing through her head at all times. But one had to focus to sing, and focus was what she needed to control her wayward thoughts.
Maybe that’s what she would do: ask her second-eldest sister to teach her to improve her voice. If it didn’t help, then she could tell Marietta that she had lost interest. Her family knew how capricious she was and that she often bounced from one activity to another. She just hoped that Marietta didn’t take her indifference as an insult to her or her teaching methods. No, she would not think negatively. Singing would help.
A series of sharp knocks caused her to jump and interrupted her contemplation. Walking through her bedroom to her sitting room, which also overlooked the garden by way of a window that practically covered one wall, she smiled when she heard Marietta’s voice. Perhaps the gods were telling her that singing was a good choice by bringing her sister to her while she was thinking of asking for her assistance.
And she had sweets! The mouthwatering scent of honey was unmistakable. Her stomach rumbled. Hebe had a sweet tooth and could never turn down sugary treats. She threw open the door and beckoned Marietta inside. “Of course I will.” Her eyes fell to the plate. “Mmmmm, loukoumades!” Raising her blue-violet eyes to her sister, she grinned. “I’m glad you’re here, Marietta. I was just thinking about you.”
Hebe woke up early, ate a hearty breakfast, and went for a morning ride, accompanied by one of the household guards. He was handsome but not very talkative. She tried to draw him into a conversation by asking about his family and the things he liked to do in his free time. Most people, she had discovered only recently, loved to talk about themselves. This particular guard, however, avoided answering her inquires by warning her of low hanging branches and other perils that she could easily see for herself. Finally, she quit trying and finished the ride in silence. Why were young men so confusing? She didn’t think she’d understand them as long as she lived.
When she returned, she groomed Whimsy and then went to her chambers where a warm bath was waiting for her, strewn with ruby red rose petals. She usually felt dirty after a ride and couldn’t wait to be clean again. Cleanliness was something the young girl took very seriously. If she saw even a speck of dust on her gown, she would demand to change right away. Luckily, she owned so many beautiful chitons and peploi that she couldn’t soil them all in one day.
After her handmaidens dried her off with fluffy towels, they lay out several articles of clothing for her to choose from. When she had made her selection, they dressed her in a bright turquoise peplos embroidered with a design of golden flowers and leaves around the open edges. It was fastened at her shoulders by simple golden fibulae. A belt of gold-dyed leather was wrapped around her waist. The overfold, which fell just above the belt, was embroidered all over in golden thread. Her jewelry consisted of a necklace, earrings, and bracelets for her upper and lower arms. All of them were made of gold and adorned with looping strands of turquoise glass beads.
What should she do now? Wandering out to her balcony, she looked out over the gardens as she considered various possibilities. In a few days, she would have to go back to the palati and resume her duties as Princess Emilia’s lady-in-waiting, which she loved. Hebe spent about half her time at the palati and half at home, where she still took lessons from her tutors. They had given her a day off today. Most likely, they didn’t want to deal with her.
And that suited her just fine. The water spraying upwards from a stone fountain looked like thousands of sparkling diamonds and she watched it while she contemplated an idea that might help her calm the knowledge running constantly through her head. Marietta had told her that if she practiced diligently and devoted effort to it, she could become a fine singer. Hebe hadn’t wanted to learn to sing then because she would have songs playing through her head at all times. But one had to focus to sing, and focus was what she needed to control her wayward thoughts.
Maybe that’s what she would do: ask her second-eldest sister to teach her to improve her voice. If it didn’t help, then she could tell Marietta that she had lost interest. Her family knew how capricious she was and that she often bounced from one activity to another. She just hoped that Marietta didn’t take her indifference as an insult to her or her teaching methods. No, she would not think negatively. Singing would help.
A series of sharp knocks caused her to jump and interrupted her contemplation. Walking through her bedroom to her sitting room, which also overlooked the garden by way of a window that practically covered one wall, she smiled when she heard Marietta’s voice. Perhaps the gods were telling her that singing was a good choice by bringing her sister to her while she was thinking of asking for her assistance.
And she had sweets! The mouthwatering scent of honey was unmistakable. Her stomach rumbled. Hebe had a sweet tooth and could never turn down sugary treats. She threw open the door and beckoned Marietta inside. “Of course I will.” Her eyes fell to the plate. “Mmmmm, loukoumades!” Raising her blue-violet eyes to her sister, she grinned. “I’m glad you’re here, Marietta. I was just thinking about you.”
“Only good things, I should hope.” Marietta replied with a smile as she entered her Hebe’s sitting room. Of the rooms Marietta envied her sister’s view the most. It was the perfect angle. The garden was not completely centered from her window. She loved when things were slightly off. It was a small little excitement, a beauty, an imperfection within a perfect reality. With all that being said, she also was very bored from her view of the garden and if Hebe ever requested, she would switch rooms in a heartbeat. It was in Marietta’s opinion that perfection was not something that she ever wanted to achieve, for nature wasn’t perfect. In imperfection, stories arise. Experiences. Imperfection brought life to art and staring out Hebe’s window truly showcased it.
Marietta shook her head, removing her gaze from the window and back to Hebe. She placed the plate on an end table next to the seating area. “Where did you acquire that jewelry, Hebe? The artistry in the beads are impeccable.” Beauty was not one of Hebe’s shortcomings, and she had an eye for fashion Marietta very much admired. It made her proud, really, seeing Hebe grow even more into her womanhood with each passing year.
Marietta was dressed in much more muted colors as opposed to her sister. She wore a simple tan peplos that were fastened to her shoulder by mauve braided cords. Another mauve cord was tired around her waist with both ends meeting at the sides of a golden ring that rested on top of her hip. Marietta’s hair, as were per usual, was braided and pinned on top her head. When deciding today’s hairstyle, she chose to experiment by fixing loose gems into the braid, adding a bit of sparkle and color, the bright gems contrasting with her brown locks. Her makeup was very natural, although she went against the grain by creating a more dramatic eye with a lengthened eyeliner line. Her jewelry was simple. Gold bracelets adorned with clear crystals ran up and down her arm. The necklace was like the cords on her clothes, braided and woven placed gently on her long elegant neck.
Marietta always took time when it came to her appearance. A large part of her morning routine went to readying herself. Each decision she made from the shoes on her feet to the thickness of her line on her eye was made with the upmost care. She would not, could not, leave her room until Marietta deemed, she was perfect. The shy girl lacked in confidence in many things, but never on her appearance and personal care. She had hoped this practice spread to her younger siblings.
“Now,” Marietta said as she gracefully sat in one of the chair’s in Hebe’s sitting room, “What were you thinking? That you missed your favorite sister?”
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“Only good things, I should hope.” Marietta replied with a smile as she entered her Hebe’s sitting room. Of the rooms Marietta envied her sister’s view the most. It was the perfect angle. The garden was not completely centered from her window. She loved when things were slightly off. It was a small little excitement, a beauty, an imperfection within a perfect reality. With all that being said, she also was very bored from her view of the garden and if Hebe ever requested, she would switch rooms in a heartbeat. It was in Marietta’s opinion that perfection was not something that she ever wanted to achieve, for nature wasn’t perfect. In imperfection, stories arise. Experiences. Imperfection brought life to art and staring out Hebe’s window truly showcased it.
Marietta shook her head, removing her gaze from the window and back to Hebe. She placed the plate on an end table next to the seating area. “Where did you acquire that jewelry, Hebe? The artistry in the beads are impeccable.” Beauty was not one of Hebe’s shortcomings, and she had an eye for fashion Marietta very much admired. It made her proud, really, seeing Hebe grow even more into her womanhood with each passing year.
Marietta was dressed in much more muted colors as opposed to her sister. She wore a simple tan peplos that were fastened to her shoulder by mauve braided cords. Another mauve cord was tired around her waist with both ends meeting at the sides of a golden ring that rested on top of her hip. Marietta’s hair, as were per usual, was braided and pinned on top her head. When deciding today’s hairstyle, she chose to experiment by fixing loose gems into the braid, adding a bit of sparkle and color, the bright gems contrasting with her brown locks. Her makeup was very natural, although she went against the grain by creating a more dramatic eye with a lengthened eyeliner line. Her jewelry was simple. Gold bracelets adorned with clear crystals ran up and down her arm. The necklace was like the cords on her clothes, braided and woven placed gently on her long elegant neck.
Marietta always took time when it came to her appearance. A large part of her morning routine went to readying herself. Each decision she made from the shoes on her feet to the thickness of her line on her eye was made with the upmost care. She would not, could not, leave her room until Marietta deemed, she was perfect. The shy girl lacked in confidence in many things, but never on her appearance and personal care. She had hoped this practice spread to her younger siblings.
“Now,” Marietta said as she gracefully sat in one of the chair’s in Hebe’s sitting room, “What were you thinking? That you missed your favorite sister?”
“Only good things, I should hope.” Marietta replied with a smile as she entered her Hebe’s sitting room. Of the rooms Marietta envied her sister’s view the most. It was the perfect angle. The garden was not completely centered from her window. She loved when things were slightly off. It was a small little excitement, a beauty, an imperfection within a perfect reality. With all that being said, she also was very bored from her view of the garden and if Hebe ever requested, she would switch rooms in a heartbeat. It was in Marietta’s opinion that perfection was not something that she ever wanted to achieve, for nature wasn’t perfect. In imperfection, stories arise. Experiences. Imperfection brought life to art and staring out Hebe’s window truly showcased it.
Marietta shook her head, removing her gaze from the window and back to Hebe. She placed the plate on an end table next to the seating area. “Where did you acquire that jewelry, Hebe? The artistry in the beads are impeccable.” Beauty was not one of Hebe’s shortcomings, and she had an eye for fashion Marietta very much admired. It made her proud, really, seeing Hebe grow even more into her womanhood with each passing year.
Marietta was dressed in much more muted colors as opposed to her sister. She wore a simple tan peplos that were fastened to her shoulder by mauve braided cords. Another mauve cord was tired around her waist with both ends meeting at the sides of a golden ring that rested on top of her hip. Marietta’s hair, as were per usual, was braided and pinned on top her head. When deciding today’s hairstyle, she chose to experiment by fixing loose gems into the braid, adding a bit of sparkle and color, the bright gems contrasting with her brown locks. Her makeup was very natural, although she went against the grain by creating a more dramatic eye with a lengthened eyeliner line. Her jewelry was simple. Gold bracelets adorned with clear crystals ran up and down her arm. The necklace was like the cords on her clothes, braided and woven placed gently on her long elegant neck.
Marietta always took time when it came to her appearance. A large part of her morning routine went to readying herself. Each decision she made from the shoes on her feet to the thickness of her line on her eye was made with the upmost care. She would not, could not, leave her room until Marietta deemed, she was perfect. The shy girl lacked in confidence in many things, but never on her appearance and personal care. She had hoped this practice spread to her younger siblings.
“Now,” Marietta said as she gracefully sat in one of the chair’s in Hebe’s sitting room, “What were you thinking? That you missed your favorite sister?”
Hebe loved her room. It had been redecorated shortly after her thirteenth birthday with all new paint and furniture in a style that was more suitable for a teenager than a child. She had even been able to pick out the colors, which were a pastel melange of cornflower blue, sea green, carnation pink, light yellow. and lavender. Though her favorite color was red, it wasn’t a very restful hue and her parents had warned her against even suggesting it. They had told her that she didn’t want her room to look like a brothel, whatever that was.
“Of course, only good things,” Hebe grinned, watching as her sister gazed out the window. Marietta was dressed in understated colors and she felt like a bright butterfly next to her. But still, she wore her clothing and jewelry with an elegance that the younger girl didn’t possess. Marietta, she thought, was the most graceful of her sisters. When Hebe was alone, she sometimes tried to imitate the way she walked, and smiled, and turned her head. She wondered what her sister would think if she knew.
The fourteen-year-old pranced energetically over to the table when Marietta placed the sweets upon the blue cloth that covered it, which was embroidered with pink and blue flowers with sea green leaves. The chairs were white and elaborately carved and had lavender silk cushions.
When her sister asked about her jewelry, she spun around slowly so that Marietta could see it from all angles. The beaded turquoise loops tinkled as they clicked together. “There’s a new shop near the end of the street, tucked between two larger, gaudier stores. I found it quite by accident. They sell the most beautiful jewelry there, all of it handmade by the owner and his family. The pieces are unique, and they’re quite expensive. I spent most of a month’s allowance on this set. I can take you there one day.” Hebe had been tempted to keep the location a secret, but other nobles and wealthy commoners probably knew about it or would learn of it soon.
Flopping into a chair, she plucked a pastry from the plate and popped it into her mouth. Marietta sat in the other one, and Hebe noted how daintily she did it. I shall have to practice that too, she thought, ashamed of her graceless plop. “Well, that too,” she replied. Of course, she missed her sister, though in truth she didn’t have a favorite. They were all dear to her in their own ways. “I hope you might be able to teach me something, Marietta. I wish to learn how to sing.” Hebe didn’t tell her why, but she would do so if asked.
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Hebe loved her room. It had been redecorated shortly after her thirteenth birthday with all new paint and furniture in a style that was more suitable for a teenager than a child. She had even been able to pick out the colors, which were a pastel melange of cornflower blue, sea green, carnation pink, light yellow. and lavender. Though her favorite color was red, it wasn’t a very restful hue and her parents had warned her against even suggesting it. They had told her that she didn’t want her room to look like a brothel, whatever that was.
“Of course, only good things,” Hebe grinned, watching as her sister gazed out the window. Marietta was dressed in understated colors and she felt like a bright butterfly next to her. But still, she wore her clothing and jewelry with an elegance that the younger girl didn’t possess. Marietta, she thought, was the most graceful of her sisters. When Hebe was alone, she sometimes tried to imitate the way she walked, and smiled, and turned her head. She wondered what her sister would think if she knew.
The fourteen-year-old pranced energetically over to the table when Marietta placed the sweets upon the blue cloth that covered it, which was embroidered with pink and blue flowers with sea green leaves. The chairs were white and elaborately carved and had lavender silk cushions.
When her sister asked about her jewelry, she spun around slowly so that Marietta could see it from all angles. The beaded turquoise loops tinkled as they clicked together. “There’s a new shop near the end of the street, tucked between two larger, gaudier stores. I found it quite by accident. They sell the most beautiful jewelry there, all of it handmade by the owner and his family. The pieces are unique, and they’re quite expensive. I spent most of a month’s allowance on this set. I can take you there one day.” Hebe had been tempted to keep the location a secret, but other nobles and wealthy commoners probably knew about it or would learn of it soon.
Flopping into a chair, she plucked a pastry from the plate and popped it into her mouth. Marietta sat in the other one, and Hebe noted how daintily she did it. I shall have to practice that too, she thought, ashamed of her graceless plop. “Well, that too,” she replied. Of course, she missed her sister, though in truth she didn’t have a favorite. They were all dear to her in their own ways. “I hope you might be able to teach me something, Marietta. I wish to learn how to sing.” Hebe didn’t tell her why, but she would do so if asked.
Hebe loved her room. It had been redecorated shortly after her thirteenth birthday with all new paint and furniture in a style that was more suitable for a teenager than a child. She had even been able to pick out the colors, which were a pastel melange of cornflower blue, sea green, carnation pink, light yellow. and lavender. Though her favorite color was red, it wasn’t a very restful hue and her parents had warned her against even suggesting it. They had told her that she didn’t want her room to look like a brothel, whatever that was.
“Of course, only good things,” Hebe grinned, watching as her sister gazed out the window. Marietta was dressed in understated colors and she felt like a bright butterfly next to her. But still, she wore her clothing and jewelry with an elegance that the younger girl didn’t possess. Marietta, she thought, was the most graceful of her sisters. When Hebe was alone, she sometimes tried to imitate the way she walked, and smiled, and turned her head. She wondered what her sister would think if she knew.
The fourteen-year-old pranced energetically over to the table when Marietta placed the sweets upon the blue cloth that covered it, which was embroidered with pink and blue flowers with sea green leaves. The chairs were white and elaborately carved and had lavender silk cushions.
When her sister asked about her jewelry, she spun around slowly so that Marietta could see it from all angles. The beaded turquoise loops tinkled as they clicked together. “There’s a new shop near the end of the street, tucked between two larger, gaudier stores. I found it quite by accident. They sell the most beautiful jewelry there, all of it handmade by the owner and his family. The pieces are unique, and they’re quite expensive. I spent most of a month’s allowance on this set. I can take you there one day.” Hebe had been tempted to keep the location a secret, but other nobles and wealthy commoners probably knew about it or would learn of it soon.
Flopping into a chair, she plucked a pastry from the plate and popped it into her mouth. Marietta sat in the other one, and Hebe noted how daintily she did it. I shall have to practice that too, she thought, ashamed of her graceless plop. “Well, that too,” she replied. Of course, she missed her sister, though in truth she didn’t have a favorite. They were all dear to her in their own ways. “I hope you might be able to teach me something, Marietta. I wish to learn how to sing.” Hebe didn’t tell her why, but she would do so if asked.
This was nice. With Hebe going back and forth to the Royal Palatai, Marietta felt that she rarely got to see her youngest sister. And, truth be told, with Marietta’s own life now racing forward as she now began to learn the beginnings of courting and how it worked, starting a new adventure with the heir of the Nikolaos, Adrestus, she had barely the time to give to Hebe. To be able to spend time with her was a treat sweeter than those that she brought with her. And Hebe was growing older every day now. How long would she remain cute and adorable? Marietta would always treat her as the youngest sister, dote on her and protect her just as she did with Evi. But she knew that with time came with a serious change in attitude. Evi was fourteen once, and despite that not being so long ago, she acted like it was decades. If Marietta could freeze time just to preserve Hebe in her current state, she would.
“Oh, yes! Absolutely you must show me the-” Marietta cut off as she took a closer look of the glass that adorned her sister. A few months prior a thought had crossed Marietta’s mind. When looking through water, she had noticed that things on the other side looked mishappened. Depending on how the water moved, or the angle of which it is looked at, it would change what the other side looked like. Now granted, the young girl was very much intoxicated at the time, so that may certainly have had something to do with it, but the thought never left Marietta’s mind. What if there was something you could look through that changed what was seen? What if you could bring farther away objects closer, or make smaller objects bigger? Not with magic, that was reserved by the Gods, but with science. Surely it must be possible. Marietta had hardly an idea how at the current moment, but she was guided by feeling. Glass could be cut small enough to be held, and unlike gems it could be flatter and smoother. What if that could be manipulated? Was that even possible?
Excitement ran through the girl that she almost missed Hebe’s next question. “You wish to learn how to sing?” Marietta said with surprise, recollecting herself. “Is it for a boy?” Marietta teased her youngest sister. “There’s no shame if it is. Young love is a beautiful think. I’m experiencing something of the sort myself,” Marietta admitted. “I would love to teach you how to sing, Hebe. However, I will ask you something in return. Let me see the jewlery you are wearing, I promise to be careful. Or better yet, take me to the stand you acquired it from. Are they from Taengea? I heard there was a province there that is known for its glass blowing.” Marietta’s eyes shined with excitement. She had not expected to gain inspiration by just a small interaction from her sister, but now more than ever she was so grateful that she had taken the time to see her. “Hebe, my dear, have I ever told you how much I love you?”
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This was nice. With Hebe going back and forth to the Royal Palatai, Marietta felt that she rarely got to see her youngest sister. And, truth be told, with Marietta’s own life now racing forward as she now began to learn the beginnings of courting and how it worked, starting a new adventure with the heir of the Nikolaos, Adrestus, she had barely the time to give to Hebe. To be able to spend time with her was a treat sweeter than those that she brought with her. And Hebe was growing older every day now. How long would she remain cute and adorable? Marietta would always treat her as the youngest sister, dote on her and protect her just as she did with Evi. But she knew that with time came with a serious change in attitude. Evi was fourteen once, and despite that not being so long ago, she acted like it was decades. If Marietta could freeze time just to preserve Hebe in her current state, she would.
“Oh, yes! Absolutely you must show me the-” Marietta cut off as she took a closer look of the glass that adorned her sister. A few months prior a thought had crossed Marietta’s mind. When looking through water, she had noticed that things on the other side looked mishappened. Depending on how the water moved, or the angle of which it is looked at, it would change what the other side looked like. Now granted, the young girl was very much intoxicated at the time, so that may certainly have had something to do with it, but the thought never left Marietta’s mind. What if there was something you could look through that changed what was seen? What if you could bring farther away objects closer, or make smaller objects bigger? Not with magic, that was reserved by the Gods, but with science. Surely it must be possible. Marietta had hardly an idea how at the current moment, but she was guided by feeling. Glass could be cut small enough to be held, and unlike gems it could be flatter and smoother. What if that could be manipulated? Was that even possible?
Excitement ran through the girl that she almost missed Hebe’s next question. “You wish to learn how to sing?” Marietta said with surprise, recollecting herself. “Is it for a boy?” Marietta teased her youngest sister. “There’s no shame if it is. Young love is a beautiful think. I’m experiencing something of the sort myself,” Marietta admitted. “I would love to teach you how to sing, Hebe. However, I will ask you something in return. Let me see the jewlery you are wearing, I promise to be careful. Or better yet, take me to the stand you acquired it from. Are they from Taengea? I heard there was a province there that is known for its glass blowing.” Marietta’s eyes shined with excitement. She had not expected to gain inspiration by just a small interaction from her sister, but now more than ever she was so grateful that she had taken the time to see her. “Hebe, my dear, have I ever told you how much I love you?”
This was nice. With Hebe going back and forth to the Royal Palatai, Marietta felt that she rarely got to see her youngest sister. And, truth be told, with Marietta’s own life now racing forward as she now began to learn the beginnings of courting and how it worked, starting a new adventure with the heir of the Nikolaos, Adrestus, she had barely the time to give to Hebe. To be able to spend time with her was a treat sweeter than those that she brought with her. And Hebe was growing older every day now. How long would she remain cute and adorable? Marietta would always treat her as the youngest sister, dote on her and protect her just as she did with Evi. But she knew that with time came with a serious change in attitude. Evi was fourteen once, and despite that not being so long ago, she acted like it was decades. If Marietta could freeze time just to preserve Hebe in her current state, she would.
“Oh, yes! Absolutely you must show me the-” Marietta cut off as she took a closer look of the glass that adorned her sister. A few months prior a thought had crossed Marietta’s mind. When looking through water, she had noticed that things on the other side looked mishappened. Depending on how the water moved, or the angle of which it is looked at, it would change what the other side looked like. Now granted, the young girl was very much intoxicated at the time, so that may certainly have had something to do with it, but the thought never left Marietta’s mind. What if there was something you could look through that changed what was seen? What if you could bring farther away objects closer, or make smaller objects bigger? Not with magic, that was reserved by the Gods, but with science. Surely it must be possible. Marietta had hardly an idea how at the current moment, but she was guided by feeling. Glass could be cut small enough to be held, and unlike gems it could be flatter and smoother. What if that could be manipulated? Was that even possible?
Excitement ran through the girl that she almost missed Hebe’s next question. “You wish to learn how to sing?” Marietta said with surprise, recollecting herself. “Is it for a boy?” Marietta teased her youngest sister. “There’s no shame if it is. Young love is a beautiful think. I’m experiencing something of the sort myself,” Marietta admitted. “I would love to teach you how to sing, Hebe. However, I will ask you something in return. Let me see the jewlery you are wearing, I promise to be careful. Or better yet, take me to the stand you acquired it from. Are they from Taengea? I heard there was a province there that is known for its glass blowing.” Marietta’s eyes shined with excitement. She had not expected to gain inspiration by just a small interaction from her sister, but now more than ever she was so grateful that she had taken the time to see her. “Hebe, my dear, have I ever told you how much I love you?”
Hebe had not expected Marietta to be so intrigued by her jewelry. She was usually more interested in intellectual and scientific concepts rather than adorning herself with fine things. Whether true or not, it was the way her youngest sister saw her. Maybe she had developed and interest in fashion? If so, they would have something in common that was dear to Hebe’s heart. She prided herself on looking her best, and was always having new clothes made for her from fabric she had picked out, or combing the stores for unique adornments, which was how she had found the jewelry shop. Shopping was one of her favorite things to do.
Though she had offered to take her sister to the jewelry store, Hebe was not sure that Marietta would agree. She did at first, but didn’t finish her sentence. Did her reaction mean yes, no, or maybe? The young girl tilted her head to the side as Marietta inspected her jewelry closely. What was she doing? She seemed to be contemplating something by the faraway look in her eyes. There wasn’t, as far as Hebe knew, anything scientific about fashion accesories. Marietta was an artist too, so perhaps she was examining the craftsmanship to see if it was flawless. The fourteen-year-old stood there awkwardly, wishing she could move but not wanting to break her sister’s concentration.
Luckily, her request brought Marietta out of her trance, though she seemed a bit disoriented for a few moments. Hebe wrinkled her nose when she asked if she wanted to learn how to sing for a boy? “No!” she exclaimed loudly. “Eeeuww!” The young girl’s emotions shifted from being fascinated by boys to being disgusted by them. At the moment, it was the latter, mainly because there was a page at the palati who always stared at her whenever their paths crossed. Fortunately, that wasn’t often. Hebe didn’t understand why he thought she would fancy him when he was fat, had pimples all over his face, and was much too low in status for a lady of royal blood. Maybe he thought she was stupid. He was stupid.
Belatedly, she realized that her sister had admitted that she fancied a man herself, but explaining why she wanted to learn how to sing was more important than asking about Marietta’s love life, at least for now. “I think singing might help calm the thoughts that run around in my head, just like dancing does. Maybe I’ll have fewer headaches if I sing, and I don’t want to embarrass myself by singing badly or ...” She shuddered. “… Off-key.”
She grinned when Marietta agreed to give her singing lessons. What she wanted in return was something that she would be happy to do. “You can have both,” she said. “I’ll send the jewelry to your room after I take it off tonight. Just don’t keep it too long. It’s one of my favorite sets. I don’t have to go back to the palati for a few more days. Let me know when you have some free time and we can go shopping together.”
Marietta asked if Hebe knew how much she loved her. “Of course,” she replied with a mischievous grin. “I’m quite lovable, you know. So what about the man you're in love with? Who is he? Do I know him? Did you kiss him yet?”
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Hebe had not expected Marietta to be so intrigued by her jewelry. She was usually more interested in intellectual and scientific concepts rather than adorning herself with fine things. Whether true or not, it was the way her youngest sister saw her. Maybe she had developed and interest in fashion? If so, they would have something in common that was dear to Hebe’s heart. She prided herself on looking her best, and was always having new clothes made for her from fabric she had picked out, or combing the stores for unique adornments, which was how she had found the jewelry shop. Shopping was one of her favorite things to do.
Though she had offered to take her sister to the jewelry store, Hebe was not sure that Marietta would agree. She did at first, but didn’t finish her sentence. Did her reaction mean yes, no, or maybe? The young girl tilted her head to the side as Marietta inspected her jewelry closely. What was she doing? She seemed to be contemplating something by the faraway look in her eyes. There wasn’t, as far as Hebe knew, anything scientific about fashion accesories. Marietta was an artist too, so perhaps she was examining the craftsmanship to see if it was flawless. The fourteen-year-old stood there awkwardly, wishing she could move but not wanting to break her sister’s concentration.
Luckily, her request brought Marietta out of her trance, though she seemed a bit disoriented for a few moments. Hebe wrinkled her nose when she asked if she wanted to learn how to sing for a boy? “No!” she exclaimed loudly. “Eeeuww!” The young girl’s emotions shifted from being fascinated by boys to being disgusted by them. At the moment, it was the latter, mainly because there was a page at the palati who always stared at her whenever their paths crossed. Fortunately, that wasn’t often. Hebe didn’t understand why he thought she would fancy him when he was fat, had pimples all over his face, and was much too low in status for a lady of royal blood. Maybe he thought she was stupid. He was stupid.
Belatedly, she realized that her sister had admitted that she fancied a man herself, but explaining why she wanted to learn how to sing was more important than asking about Marietta’s love life, at least for now. “I think singing might help calm the thoughts that run around in my head, just like dancing does. Maybe I’ll have fewer headaches if I sing, and I don’t want to embarrass myself by singing badly or ...” She shuddered. “… Off-key.”
She grinned when Marietta agreed to give her singing lessons. What she wanted in return was something that she would be happy to do. “You can have both,” she said. “I’ll send the jewelry to your room after I take it off tonight. Just don’t keep it too long. It’s one of my favorite sets. I don’t have to go back to the palati for a few more days. Let me know when you have some free time and we can go shopping together.”
Marietta asked if Hebe knew how much she loved her. “Of course,” she replied with a mischievous grin. “I’m quite lovable, you know. So what about the man you're in love with? Who is he? Do I know him? Did you kiss him yet?”
Hebe had not expected Marietta to be so intrigued by her jewelry. She was usually more interested in intellectual and scientific concepts rather than adorning herself with fine things. Whether true or not, it was the way her youngest sister saw her. Maybe she had developed and interest in fashion? If so, they would have something in common that was dear to Hebe’s heart. She prided herself on looking her best, and was always having new clothes made for her from fabric she had picked out, or combing the stores for unique adornments, which was how she had found the jewelry shop. Shopping was one of her favorite things to do.
Though she had offered to take her sister to the jewelry store, Hebe was not sure that Marietta would agree. She did at first, but didn’t finish her sentence. Did her reaction mean yes, no, or maybe? The young girl tilted her head to the side as Marietta inspected her jewelry closely. What was she doing? She seemed to be contemplating something by the faraway look in her eyes. There wasn’t, as far as Hebe knew, anything scientific about fashion accesories. Marietta was an artist too, so perhaps she was examining the craftsmanship to see if it was flawless. The fourteen-year-old stood there awkwardly, wishing she could move but not wanting to break her sister’s concentration.
Luckily, her request brought Marietta out of her trance, though she seemed a bit disoriented for a few moments. Hebe wrinkled her nose when she asked if she wanted to learn how to sing for a boy? “No!” she exclaimed loudly. “Eeeuww!” The young girl’s emotions shifted from being fascinated by boys to being disgusted by them. At the moment, it was the latter, mainly because there was a page at the palati who always stared at her whenever their paths crossed. Fortunately, that wasn’t often. Hebe didn’t understand why he thought she would fancy him when he was fat, had pimples all over his face, and was much too low in status for a lady of royal blood. Maybe he thought she was stupid. He was stupid.
Belatedly, she realized that her sister had admitted that she fancied a man herself, but explaining why she wanted to learn how to sing was more important than asking about Marietta’s love life, at least for now. “I think singing might help calm the thoughts that run around in my head, just like dancing does. Maybe I’ll have fewer headaches if I sing, and I don’t want to embarrass myself by singing badly or ...” She shuddered. “… Off-key.”
She grinned when Marietta agreed to give her singing lessons. What she wanted in return was something that she would be happy to do. “You can have both,” she said. “I’ll send the jewelry to your room after I take it off tonight. Just don’t keep it too long. It’s one of my favorite sets. I don’t have to go back to the palati for a few more days. Let me know when you have some free time and we can go shopping together.”
Marietta asked if Hebe knew how much she loved her. “Of course,” she replied with a mischievous grin. “I’m quite lovable, you know. So what about the man you're in love with? Who is he? Do I know him? Did you kiss him yet?”
Oh, thank god Hebe reacted the way she did. Evi used to be the exact same, and now… well, it was hard not to ignore the rumors about her and Elias. Marietta, at least, still had faith in her sister… that was all she could really have. Hebe, on the other hand, cast no doubts in her mind. Hebe was good and innocent. She still had a childlike mentality untainted by the burdens of adulthood. Marietta dreamed that one day Hebe could marry for love, not politics. That she could be with a man that would bring no shame upon the Antonis house. That she could be with someone that treated her with respect and care. Hebe deserved the world.
And her reason for wanting to be taught singing was cute- if not a little sad. Hebe had a wonderful gift, but it was burdened with a terrible curse. If singing was something that Marietta could teach Hebe then, by all means, she would be happy to give her sister lessons. Marietta stood, grabbing the plate as well. “Let’s go to my harp, Hebe. It’s easier to sing when you have music of which to listen.”
As they walk Marietta considered her questions. How much did she truly want to tell Hebe? She supposed a little truth couldn’t hurt. “This is a secret, alright? I haven’t told mom or father yet. Only you and Evi know, okay?” Marietta wasn’t one hundred percent sure her father would approve of a lesser noble, but he’s been so busy as of late she hadn’t had the chance to speak with him. Marietta was just blindly moving forward with the assumption that he would be fine, especially when he saw just how much Marietta enjoyed being with Adrestus. He was a man who loved seeing his daughters happy, after all. “Lord Adrestus of Nikolaos. He… is very sweet, Hebe. He makes me laugh and smile and… well, you would love him. And… maybe we kissed.” Marietta giggled. Marietta would not tell her the details of the kiss. She would not share how they had gotten drunk and how after they shared that kiss Marietta ran away in fear of having pressured him into doing something he did not want. That would be a story none of her sisters would ever hear.
“Maybe we’ll take him to the market too. I’ll convince him to buy you something pretty.” Marietta said as they finally got to her harp. The harp was old now but well cared for. She was given it when she was six years old, and as a child would pluck away until her fingertips bled. She loved the sound that it would make, the way that it could portray emotions without words. The harp itself was of blue wood embroidered with gold. Climbing up the harp were golden leaves, but Marietta’s favorite was at the top. Swirls that reminded her of the ocean waves decorated the instrument, something that she thought about as she flowed along with the music, fingers sliding against the strings.
Marietta sat at the harp. “The best way to learn how to sing, Hebe, is to learn how to listen. I’m going to play some notes, okay? Really slowly. Listen to it. Then, when you’re ready, try to match your voice to the notes. You’ll be able to hear if you’re off-key. It’ll feel… weird. Singing is a feeling. Just listen and feel.”
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Oh, thank god Hebe reacted the way she did. Evi used to be the exact same, and now… well, it was hard not to ignore the rumors about her and Elias. Marietta, at least, still had faith in her sister… that was all she could really have. Hebe, on the other hand, cast no doubts in her mind. Hebe was good and innocent. She still had a childlike mentality untainted by the burdens of adulthood. Marietta dreamed that one day Hebe could marry for love, not politics. That she could be with a man that would bring no shame upon the Antonis house. That she could be with someone that treated her with respect and care. Hebe deserved the world.
And her reason for wanting to be taught singing was cute- if not a little sad. Hebe had a wonderful gift, but it was burdened with a terrible curse. If singing was something that Marietta could teach Hebe then, by all means, she would be happy to give her sister lessons. Marietta stood, grabbing the plate as well. “Let’s go to my harp, Hebe. It’s easier to sing when you have music of which to listen.”
As they walk Marietta considered her questions. How much did she truly want to tell Hebe? She supposed a little truth couldn’t hurt. “This is a secret, alright? I haven’t told mom or father yet. Only you and Evi know, okay?” Marietta wasn’t one hundred percent sure her father would approve of a lesser noble, but he’s been so busy as of late she hadn’t had the chance to speak with him. Marietta was just blindly moving forward with the assumption that he would be fine, especially when he saw just how much Marietta enjoyed being with Adrestus. He was a man who loved seeing his daughters happy, after all. “Lord Adrestus of Nikolaos. He… is very sweet, Hebe. He makes me laugh and smile and… well, you would love him. And… maybe we kissed.” Marietta giggled. Marietta would not tell her the details of the kiss. She would not share how they had gotten drunk and how after they shared that kiss Marietta ran away in fear of having pressured him into doing something he did not want. That would be a story none of her sisters would ever hear.
“Maybe we’ll take him to the market too. I’ll convince him to buy you something pretty.” Marietta said as they finally got to her harp. The harp was old now but well cared for. She was given it when she was six years old, and as a child would pluck away until her fingertips bled. She loved the sound that it would make, the way that it could portray emotions without words. The harp itself was of blue wood embroidered with gold. Climbing up the harp were golden leaves, but Marietta’s favorite was at the top. Swirls that reminded her of the ocean waves decorated the instrument, something that she thought about as she flowed along with the music, fingers sliding against the strings.
Marietta sat at the harp. “The best way to learn how to sing, Hebe, is to learn how to listen. I’m going to play some notes, okay? Really slowly. Listen to it. Then, when you’re ready, try to match your voice to the notes. You’ll be able to hear if you’re off-key. It’ll feel… weird. Singing is a feeling. Just listen and feel.”
Oh, thank god Hebe reacted the way she did. Evi used to be the exact same, and now… well, it was hard not to ignore the rumors about her and Elias. Marietta, at least, still had faith in her sister… that was all she could really have. Hebe, on the other hand, cast no doubts in her mind. Hebe was good and innocent. She still had a childlike mentality untainted by the burdens of adulthood. Marietta dreamed that one day Hebe could marry for love, not politics. That she could be with a man that would bring no shame upon the Antonis house. That she could be with someone that treated her with respect and care. Hebe deserved the world.
And her reason for wanting to be taught singing was cute- if not a little sad. Hebe had a wonderful gift, but it was burdened with a terrible curse. If singing was something that Marietta could teach Hebe then, by all means, she would be happy to give her sister lessons. Marietta stood, grabbing the plate as well. “Let’s go to my harp, Hebe. It’s easier to sing when you have music of which to listen.”
As they walk Marietta considered her questions. How much did she truly want to tell Hebe? She supposed a little truth couldn’t hurt. “This is a secret, alright? I haven’t told mom or father yet. Only you and Evi know, okay?” Marietta wasn’t one hundred percent sure her father would approve of a lesser noble, but he’s been so busy as of late she hadn’t had the chance to speak with him. Marietta was just blindly moving forward with the assumption that he would be fine, especially when he saw just how much Marietta enjoyed being with Adrestus. He was a man who loved seeing his daughters happy, after all. “Lord Adrestus of Nikolaos. He… is very sweet, Hebe. He makes me laugh and smile and… well, you would love him. And… maybe we kissed.” Marietta giggled. Marietta would not tell her the details of the kiss. She would not share how they had gotten drunk and how after they shared that kiss Marietta ran away in fear of having pressured him into doing something he did not want. That would be a story none of her sisters would ever hear.
“Maybe we’ll take him to the market too. I’ll convince him to buy you something pretty.” Marietta said as they finally got to her harp. The harp was old now but well cared for. She was given it when she was six years old, and as a child would pluck away until her fingertips bled. She loved the sound that it would make, the way that it could portray emotions without words. The harp itself was of blue wood embroidered with gold. Climbing up the harp were golden leaves, but Marietta’s favorite was at the top. Swirls that reminded her of the ocean waves decorated the instrument, something that she thought about as she flowed along with the music, fingers sliding against the strings.
Marietta sat at the harp. “The best way to learn how to sing, Hebe, is to learn how to listen. I’m going to play some notes, okay? Really slowly. Listen to it. Then, when you’re ready, try to match your voice to the notes. You’ll be able to hear if you’re off-key. It’ll feel… weird. Singing is a feeling. Just listen and feel.”
Marietta suggested that she and Hebe go to her harp. Was she trying to avoid answering her younger sister’s questions? She did have a good reason to leave the room. Singing with music would be much easier to sing that without it. Hebe loved music and wished she could play an instrument. That might help calm her thoughts too. Unfortunately, she had absolutely no talent. No matter what instrument she tried, her tutors always winced ... and so did she. Every sound that came out was jarring.
On a few occasions over the years, she had sneaked into the room where Marietta kept her harp and tried to play it. How could her sister create such beautiful music when all she could make was cacophonous noise? She had plucked it very softly so nobody would hear it, not even the servants. They could get her in trouble if they told her parents that she had been messing with Marietta’s harp without her permission. One time, a string had come a bit loose and that was the last time she had tried to play it. Luckily, she had never been caught.
Hebe followed her sister out of her room and closed the door. Helios was asleep on her bed and she couldn’t risk him getting out and causing mischief. An enclosure was being built for him in the garden so he would be able to stay outside instead of always being cooped up in her chambers. She took him for walks several times a day. That was enough while he was still so young, but he would need more time outdoors when he grew up. Her parents had promised her that he could sleep with her at nights. Though it didn’t cross her mind at that moment, later she would realize that the reasoning behind letting him stay inside at night was because he wouldn’t escape his enclosure and eat the neighbor’s cats.
As it turned out, Marietta wasn’t avoiding her questions. “I’ll never tell,” she promised. Hebe was a bit jealous that she had confided in Evi first, but her two middle sisters had always been closer to each other than with either Sanasa or herself. Her eyes widened when Marietta confessed that she fancied Lord Adrestus. Though she was young, Hebe knew that he was too low in status to marry a woman of royal blood. She decided not to say anything about it because her sister looked so happy. And Lord Adrestus was handsome and charming.
“You ’re not sure you were kissed?” Hebe asked incredulously. “I thought kisses were squishy and slimy and soppy. How could you not know?” Sometimes the young girl took things a bit too literally. As for taking him along on a shopping trip, she was all for it if he would buy her some jewelry. “I met Lord Adrestus a few years ago at the ship decorating contest. He was with Mistress Elysia. I think he liked me because I was adventurous like him. He said he would tell me stories of his travels, but he never did.” Most likely because he hadn’t wanted to spend time with an eleven-year-old.
They reached the harp and Marietta sat down. Hebe listened closely to her instructions. “I’ll try,” she said, a bit embarrassed. What if she sang as terribly as she played? Closing her eyes, she listened to the notes that her sister played. After about five minutes, she dared try to sing them. Her voice was untrained and a bit shaky, but she hit the notes spot on. Unbeknownst to her. Hebe had been blessed with perfect pitch.
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Marietta suggested that she and Hebe go to her harp. Was she trying to avoid answering her younger sister’s questions? She did have a good reason to leave the room. Singing with music would be much easier to sing that without it. Hebe loved music and wished she could play an instrument. That might help calm her thoughts too. Unfortunately, she had absolutely no talent. No matter what instrument she tried, her tutors always winced ... and so did she. Every sound that came out was jarring.
On a few occasions over the years, she had sneaked into the room where Marietta kept her harp and tried to play it. How could her sister create such beautiful music when all she could make was cacophonous noise? She had plucked it very softly so nobody would hear it, not even the servants. They could get her in trouble if they told her parents that she had been messing with Marietta’s harp without her permission. One time, a string had come a bit loose and that was the last time she had tried to play it. Luckily, she had never been caught.
Hebe followed her sister out of her room and closed the door. Helios was asleep on her bed and she couldn’t risk him getting out and causing mischief. An enclosure was being built for him in the garden so he would be able to stay outside instead of always being cooped up in her chambers. She took him for walks several times a day. That was enough while he was still so young, but he would need more time outdoors when he grew up. Her parents had promised her that he could sleep with her at nights. Though it didn’t cross her mind at that moment, later she would realize that the reasoning behind letting him stay inside at night was because he wouldn’t escape his enclosure and eat the neighbor’s cats.
As it turned out, Marietta wasn’t avoiding her questions. “I’ll never tell,” she promised. Hebe was a bit jealous that she had confided in Evi first, but her two middle sisters had always been closer to each other than with either Sanasa or herself. Her eyes widened when Marietta confessed that she fancied Lord Adrestus. Though she was young, Hebe knew that he was too low in status to marry a woman of royal blood. She decided not to say anything about it because her sister looked so happy. And Lord Adrestus was handsome and charming.
“You ’re not sure you were kissed?” Hebe asked incredulously. “I thought kisses were squishy and slimy and soppy. How could you not know?” Sometimes the young girl took things a bit too literally. As for taking him along on a shopping trip, she was all for it if he would buy her some jewelry. “I met Lord Adrestus a few years ago at the ship decorating contest. He was with Mistress Elysia. I think he liked me because I was adventurous like him. He said he would tell me stories of his travels, but he never did.” Most likely because he hadn’t wanted to spend time with an eleven-year-old.
They reached the harp and Marietta sat down. Hebe listened closely to her instructions. “I’ll try,” she said, a bit embarrassed. What if she sang as terribly as she played? Closing her eyes, she listened to the notes that her sister played. After about five minutes, she dared try to sing them. Her voice was untrained and a bit shaky, but she hit the notes spot on. Unbeknownst to her. Hebe had been blessed with perfect pitch.
Marietta suggested that she and Hebe go to her harp. Was she trying to avoid answering her younger sister’s questions? She did have a good reason to leave the room. Singing with music would be much easier to sing that without it. Hebe loved music and wished she could play an instrument. That might help calm her thoughts too. Unfortunately, she had absolutely no talent. No matter what instrument she tried, her tutors always winced ... and so did she. Every sound that came out was jarring.
On a few occasions over the years, she had sneaked into the room where Marietta kept her harp and tried to play it. How could her sister create such beautiful music when all she could make was cacophonous noise? She had plucked it very softly so nobody would hear it, not even the servants. They could get her in trouble if they told her parents that she had been messing with Marietta’s harp without her permission. One time, a string had come a bit loose and that was the last time she had tried to play it. Luckily, she had never been caught.
Hebe followed her sister out of her room and closed the door. Helios was asleep on her bed and she couldn’t risk him getting out and causing mischief. An enclosure was being built for him in the garden so he would be able to stay outside instead of always being cooped up in her chambers. She took him for walks several times a day. That was enough while he was still so young, but he would need more time outdoors when he grew up. Her parents had promised her that he could sleep with her at nights. Though it didn’t cross her mind at that moment, later she would realize that the reasoning behind letting him stay inside at night was because he wouldn’t escape his enclosure and eat the neighbor’s cats.
As it turned out, Marietta wasn’t avoiding her questions. “I’ll never tell,” she promised. Hebe was a bit jealous that she had confided in Evi first, but her two middle sisters had always been closer to each other than with either Sanasa or herself. Her eyes widened when Marietta confessed that she fancied Lord Adrestus. Though she was young, Hebe knew that he was too low in status to marry a woman of royal blood. She decided not to say anything about it because her sister looked so happy. And Lord Adrestus was handsome and charming.
“You ’re not sure you were kissed?” Hebe asked incredulously. “I thought kisses were squishy and slimy and soppy. How could you not know?” Sometimes the young girl took things a bit too literally. As for taking him along on a shopping trip, she was all for it if he would buy her some jewelry. “I met Lord Adrestus a few years ago at the ship decorating contest. He was with Mistress Elysia. I think he liked me because I was adventurous like him. He said he would tell me stories of his travels, but he never did.” Most likely because he hadn’t wanted to spend time with an eleven-year-old.
They reached the harp and Marietta sat down. Hebe listened closely to her instructions. “I’ll try,” she said, a bit embarrassed. What if she sang as terribly as she played? Closing her eyes, she listened to the notes that her sister played. After about five minutes, she dared try to sing them. Her voice was untrained and a bit shaky, but she hit the notes spot on. Unbeknownst to her. Hebe had been blessed with perfect pitch.
Marietta wanted to laugh. I thought kisses were squishy and slimy and soppy. Why could she not stay this way forever? If Marietta had the ability to freeze time she would. Hebe was the most precious person in the entire world bar none. And one day she will grow up, just like Evi did, and lose this innocence. That will be the day Marietta cries, and she so rarely cries. But Hebe was so perfect… ugh. Was this what her parents felt like when she and Sanasa were growing old?
Marietta shook away her thoughts and just giggled. “Well when I bring Lord Adrestus over one day, I’ll make sure he tells you so many stories. I hear he even has some about pirates!” Stories that Marietta was sure once she heard her heart would stop and she would forbid Adrestus from even looking at the sea ever again.
Marietta quieted as ran her fingers across the strings. Marietta, too, closed her eyes as she played. She allowed herself to listen, just as she advised Hebe. The soft notes floated through the air, gently brushing across the girls before disappearing into the nether. Marietta sat patiently, continuing to run her fingers across the harp, plucking sweet note after sweet note. She did not poke or prod, allowing her youngest sister to go at her pace.
And then she finally opened her mouth and sang. Her voice matched the harp, shaky but there flowing with the harp as it rose and fell. Marietta’s smile grew wide. She had talent, look at that! Apollo blessed her sister with the ability to sing, she just had to cultivate that blessing. She had to work at it, but Marietta had every faith that Hebe would do excellent. Maybe even better than Marietta herself.
“Good, Hebe!” Marietta finally stopped playing to compliment her sister. “You’re a natural! Just as I expected as an Antonis girl.” She felt so proud of her little sister. “The trick is to have confidence Hebe. Singing is about being confident. Just like talking, you can tell if you’re nervous. Your voice shakes your tongue stutters. Be confident when you sing and people will be amazed.”
That advice was gold coming from Marietta. This was exactly why only her family could ever hear Marietta sing. She was so shy, nervous about her own abilities that she knew she had. But when it came to singing in public Marietta froze. Her voice would suddenly cease to exist and her throat would lock up. All Marietta would be able to feel is the heat from her body as she blushed redder than the sun in the sky. But this is why Hebe had every marking of being a brilliant singer because unlike her older sister the girl had confidence. She wasn’t the type to hide behind her sisters like Marietta and let them speak for her. With practice, she would quickly surpass her older sister and Marietta wouldn’t even mind. “Let’s try again, shall we? Do re mi?”
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Marietta wanted to laugh. I thought kisses were squishy and slimy and soppy. Why could she not stay this way forever? If Marietta had the ability to freeze time she would. Hebe was the most precious person in the entire world bar none. And one day she will grow up, just like Evi did, and lose this innocence. That will be the day Marietta cries, and she so rarely cries. But Hebe was so perfect… ugh. Was this what her parents felt like when she and Sanasa were growing old?
Marietta shook away her thoughts and just giggled. “Well when I bring Lord Adrestus over one day, I’ll make sure he tells you so many stories. I hear he even has some about pirates!” Stories that Marietta was sure once she heard her heart would stop and she would forbid Adrestus from even looking at the sea ever again.
Marietta quieted as ran her fingers across the strings. Marietta, too, closed her eyes as she played. She allowed herself to listen, just as she advised Hebe. The soft notes floated through the air, gently brushing across the girls before disappearing into the nether. Marietta sat patiently, continuing to run her fingers across the harp, plucking sweet note after sweet note. She did not poke or prod, allowing her youngest sister to go at her pace.
And then she finally opened her mouth and sang. Her voice matched the harp, shaky but there flowing with the harp as it rose and fell. Marietta’s smile grew wide. She had talent, look at that! Apollo blessed her sister with the ability to sing, she just had to cultivate that blessing. She had to work at it, but Marietta had every faith that Hebe would do excellent. Maybe even better than Marietta herself.
“Good, Hebe!” Marietta finally stopped playing to compliment her sister. “You’re a natural! Just as I expected as an Antonis girl.” She felt so proud of her little sister. “The trick is to have confidence Hebe. Singing is about being confident. Just like talking, you can tell if you’re nervous. Your voice shakes your tongue stutters. Be confident when you sing and people will be amazed.”
That advice was gold coming from Marietta. This was exactly why only her family could ever hear Marietta sing. She was so shy, nervous about her own abilities that she knew she had. But when it came to singing in public Marietta froze. Her voice would suddenly cease to exist and her throat would lock up. All Marietta would be able to feel is the heat from her body as she blushed redder than the sun in the sky. But this is why Hebe had every marking of being a brilliant singer because unlike her older sister the girl had confidence. She wasn’t the type to hide behind her sisters like Marietta and let them speak for her. With practice, she would quickly surpass her older sister and Marietta wouldn’t even mind. “Let’s try again, shall we? Do re mi?”
Marietta wanted to laugh. I thought kisses were squishy and slimy and soppy. Why could she not stay this way forever? If Marietta had the ability to freeze time she would. Hebe was the most precious person in the entire world bar none. And one day she will grow up, just like Evi did, and lose this innocence. That will be the day Marietta cries, and she so rarely cries. But Hebe was so perfect… ugh. Was this what her parents felt like when she and Sanasa were growing old?
Marietta shook away her thoughts and just giggled. “Well when I bring Lord Adrestus over one day, I’ll make sure he tells you so many stories. I hear he even has some about pirates!” Stories that Marietta was sure once she heard her heart would stop and she would forbid Adrestus from even looking at the sea ever again.
Marietta quieted as ran her fingers across the strings. Marietta, too, closed her eyes as she played. She allowed herself to listen, just as she advised Hebe. The soft notes floated through the air, gently brushing across the girls before disappearing into the nether. Marietta sat patiently, continuing to run her fingers across the harp, plucking sweet note after sweet note. She did not poke or prod, allowing her youngest sister to go at her pace.
And then she finally opened her mouth and sang. Her voice matched the harp, shaky but there flowing with the harp as it rose and fell. Marietta’s smile grew wide. She had talent, look at that! Apollo blessed her sister with the ability to sing, she just had to cultivate that blessing. She had to work at it, but Marietta had every faith that Hebe would do excellent. Maybe even better than Marietta herself.
“Good, Hebe!” Marietta finally stopped playing to compliment her sister. “You’re a natural! Just as I expected as an Antonis girl.” She felt so proud of her little sister. “The trick is to have confidence Hebe. Singing is about being confident. Just like talking, you can tell if you’re nervous. Your voice shakes your tongue stutters. Be confident when you sing and people will be amazed.”
That advice was gold coming from Marietta. This was exactly why only her family could ever hear Marietta sing. She was so shy, nervous about her own abilities that she knew she had. But when it came to singing in public Marietta froze. Her voice would suddenly cease to exist and her throat would lock up. All Marietta would be able to feel is the heat from her body as she blushed redder than the sun in the sky. But this is why Hebe had every marking of being a brilliant singer because unlike her older sister the girl had confidence. She wasn’t the type to hide behind her sisters like Marietta and let them speak for her. With practice, she would quickly surpass her older sister and Marietta wouldn’t even mind. “Let’s try again, shall we? Do re mi?”
Marietta didn’t say anything else about kissing Lord Adrestus. She probably had, since she seemed quite smitten with him. Will I ever feel like that about a boy? Hebe’s stomach roiled with revulsion. Mother says I will when I get older, but I think she’s wrong. The young brunette thought that love was gross and she didn’t want to be as silly as some women she saw. She was never going to bat her eyelashes at a boy or say things that weren’t true just so that one would like her.
She didn’t think Marietta did such things, but she had never seen her in the company of Lord Adrestus. If she ever does, I will kick her in the shin. She was happy for her sister, though. Marietta was usually so shy and unsure of herself. Maybe Lord Adrestus could bring her out of her shell.
“Well when I bring Lord Adrestus over one day, I’ll make sure he tells you so many stories. I hear he even has some about pirates!”
“Pirates? Really?” Hebe was more interested in him now. Pirates were scary. Had he actually encountered one or had he just seen their ships in the distance? Oh, how she wished she could have such amazing adventures! Maybe when she grew up, she wouldn’t marry at all and become an explorer, journeying all over the world. She would be a good one, as she would never forget anything she did on her travels. I can write books about exotic places and everyone will want to read them.
Girls, especially, those from royal families, were not allowed to become explorers, but maybe she could change that. She had three sisters who could marry for political advantage and prestige. Maybe that would be enough for her parents. Or perhaps she would marry an explorer and he would take her with him wherever he went.
Talk of pirates and adventure was set aside in favor of singing. Hebe had to concentrate on each note before she sang it, and she felt the chaos in her head began to ease. Yes, it was working already! But would it continue to do so when she knew all the notes by heart? Would learning new songs have the same effect? She wasn’t sure if she liked the sounds that flowed from her mouth. The youngest Antonis sister didn’t sing nearly as well as the minstrels she listened to at parties, but they sang all the time. Maybe with more practice, she would get better.
Marietta stopped playing and complimented her. Maybe she wasn’t as awful as she thought if her sister believed she had talent. Marietta was a wonderful singer, but she never sang in front of anyone but her family. Confidence. Was that why? She had no confidence in her vocal ability? Hebe possessed the confidence of youth, though she wasn’t aware of where it came from. She was not yet mature enough to start doubting herself.
“Thank you,” Hebe replied sincerely. She nodded when her sister suggested they continue. “This time, will you sing along with me, Marietta?”
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Marietta didn’t say anything else about kissing Lord Adrestus. She probably had, since she seemed quite smitten with him. Will I ever feel like that about a boy? Hebe’s stomach roiled with revulsion. Mother says I will when I get older, but I think she’s wrong. The young brunette thought that love was gross and she didn’t want to be as silly as some women she saw. She was never going to bat her eyelashes at a boy or say things that weren’t true just so that one would like her.
She didn’t think Marietta did such things, but she had never seen her in the company of Lord Adrestus. If she ever does, I will kick her in the shin. She was happy for her sister, though. Marietta was usually so shy and unsure of herself. Maybe Lord Adrestus could bring her out of her shell.
“Well when I bring Lord Adrestus over one day, I’ll make sure he tells you so many stories. I hear he even has some about pirates!”
“Pirates? Really?” Hebe was more interested in him now. Pirates were scary. Had he actually encountered one or had he just seen their ships in the distance? Oh, how she wished she could have such amazing adventures! Maybe when she grew up, she wouldn’t marry at all and become an explorer, journeying all over the world. She would be a good one, as she would never forget anything she did on her travels. I can write books about exotic places and everyone will want to read them.
Girls, especially, those from royal families, were not allowed to become explorers, but maybe she could change that. She had three sisters who could marry for political advantage and prestige. Maybe that would be enough for her parents. Or perhaps she would marry an explorer and he would take her with him wherever he went.
Talk of pirates and adventure was set aside in favor of singing. Hebe had to concentrate on each note before she sang it, and she felt the chaos in her head began to ease. Yes, it was working already! But would it continue to do so when she knew all the notes by heart? Would learning new songs have the same effect? She wasn’t sure if she liked the sounds that flowed from her mouth. The youngest Antonis sister didn’t sing nearly as well as the minstrels she listened to at parties, but they sang all the time. Maybe with more practice, she would get better.
Marietta stopped playing and complimented her. Maybe she wasn’t as awful as she thought if her sister believed she had talent. Marietta was a wonderful singer, but she never sang in front of anyone but her family. Confidence. Was that why? She had no confidence in her vocal ability? Hebe possessed the confidence of youth, though she wasn’t aware of where it came from. She was not yet mature enough to start doubting herself.
“Thank you,” Hebe replied sincerely. She nodded when her sister suggested they continue. “This time, will you sing along with me, Marietta?”
Marietta didn’t say anything else about kissing Lord Adrestus. She probably had, since she seemed quite smitten with him. Will I ever feel like that about a boy? Hebe’s stomach roiled with revulsion. Mother says I will when I get older, but I think she’s wrong. The young brunette thought that love was gross and she didn’t want to be as silly as some women she saw. She was never going to bat her eyelashes at a boy or say things that weren’t true just so that one would like her.
She didn’t think Marietta did such things, but she had never seen her in the company of Lord Adrestus. If she ever does, I will kick her in the shin. She was happy for her sister, though. Marietta was usually so shy and unsure of herself. Maybe Lord Adrestus could bring her out of her shell.
“Well when I bring Lord Adrestus over one day, I’ll make sure he tells you so many stories. I hear he even has some about pirates!”
“Pirates? Really?” Hebe was more interested in him now. Pirates were scary. Had he actually encountered one or had he just seen their ships in the distance? Oh, how she wished she could have such amazing adventures! Maybe when she grew up, she wouldn’t marry at all and become an explorer, journeying all over the world. She would be a good one, as she would never forget anything she did on her travels. I can write books about exotic places and everyone will want to read them.
Girls, especially, those from royal families, were not allowed to become explorers, but maybe she could change that. She had three sisters who could marry for political advantage and prestige. Maybe that would be enough for her parents. Or perhaps she would marry an explorer and he would take her with him wherever he went.
Talk of pirates and adventure was set aside in favor of singing. Hebe had to concentrate on each note before she sang it, and she felt the chaos in her head began to ease. Yes, it was working already! But would it continue to do so when she knew all the notes by heart? Would learning new songs have the same effect? She wasn’t sure if she liked the sounds that flowed from her mouth. The youngest Antonis sister didn’t sing nearly as well as the minstrels she listened to at parties, but they sang all the time. Maybe with more practice, she would get better.
Marietta stopped playing and complimented her. Maybe she wasn’t as awful as she thought if her sister believed she had talent. Marietta was a wonderful singer, but she never sang in front of anyone but her family. Confidence. Was that why? She had no confidence in her vocal ability? Hebe possessed the confidence of youth, though she wasn’t aware of where it came from. She was not yet mature enough to start doubting herself.
“Thank you,” Hebe replied sincerely. She nodded when her sister suggested they continue. “This time, will you sing along with me, Marietta?”
Marietta didn’t much like singing in front of other people. Marietta lacked confidence. It was such a foundation for singing. But Marietta lived a life full of fear. When she was alone in her room she could confidently belt out songs, and listen to the notes as it melded with her harp. But when she was in front of other people, it was like she forgot what music was. She would freeze with fear, and become a blushing mess just like if she were to be talking.
But Hebe wasn’t just ‘other people.’ Hebe was her family. And Marietta knew if Hebe wanted to learn then she would need an example. Plus it could be fun to harmonize with her sister. Marietta hadn’t ever gotten the opportunity to harmonize with anyone before. Her fear kept her from finding singers to sing with. This could be a challenge!
“Of course, Hebe.” Marietta said, “One, two, three, two, two, three,” And Marietta began playing her harp once again. She moved with the rhythm, fingers sliding back and forth along the strings. With the music came her voice, sweet notes matching Hebe’s, shifting as her sister did to best match her.
Hebe really did have a wonderful talent. It wasn’t practiced at all, but with time Marietta was sure Hebe could even surpass her. Her eye was sharp, watching for Hebe’s technique. How did she breathe? How did she hold herself? Did she drop her jaw or was she smiling? But then again… did any of that matter? What was most important was that her little sister was having fun. Singing was an art just like any other. Art was meant to be enjoyed. It brought beauty into the world, and with that beauty smiles to everyone around.
And when Marietta had finished the song, she did smile. Through Hebe’s singing she created art, one that would be remembered. “You did really well.” Marietta said encouragingly. “Try dropping your jaw more and keeping your back really straight. It’ll help throw your voice more.”
But she didn’t have too much to add. Marietta hadn’t ever been properly trained in singing. All that she learned was from doing it by herself for years. “Father had offered to hire me a tutor for singing before. I’m sure he would offer the same to you.” Marietta suggest. Marietta had never once taken him up on the offer. While of course the person was meant to teach her, she didn’t rather fancy being judged by a professional. At least not in singing, where she had to be confident and annunciate correctly.
Marietta looked at the empty dish of sweets. This was a good day. She got to spend time with her sister, gotten inspiration for a problem she was working on, and felt like she was helpful for Hebe. What a lovely time. “But the best way to get better is to keep practicing. So come on, Hebe. Let’s take this from the top.”
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Marietta didn’t much like singing in front of other people. Marietta lacked confidence. It was such a foundation for singing. But Marietta lived a life full of fear. When she was alone in her room she could confidently belt out songs, and listen to the notes as it melded with her harp. But when she was in front of other people, it was like she forgot what music was. She would freeze with fear, and become a blushing mess just like if she were to be talking.
But Hebe wasn’t just ‘other people.’ Hebe was her family. And Marietta knew if Hebe wanted to learn then she would need an example. Plus it could be fun to harmonize with her sister. Marietta hadn’t ever gotten the opportunity to harmonize with anyone before. Her fear kept her from finding singers to sing with. This could be a challenge!
“Of course, Hebe.” Marietta said, “One, two, three, two, two, three,” And Marietta began playing her harp once again. She moved with the rhythm, fingers sliding back and forth along the strings. With the music came her voice, sweet notes matching Hebe’s, shifting as her sister did to best match her.
Hebe really did have a wonderful talent. It wasn’t practiced at all, but with time Marietta was sure Hebe could even surpass her. Her eye was sharp, watching for Hebe’s technique. How did she breathe? How did she hold herself? Did she drop her jaw or was she smiling? But then again… did any of that matter? What was most important was that her little sister was having fun. Singing was an art just like any other. Art was meant to be enjoyed. It brought beauty into the world, and with that beauty smiles to everyone around.
And when Marietta had finished the song, she did smile. Through Hebe’s singing she created art, one that would be remembered. “You did really well.” Marietta said encouragingly. “Try dropping your jaw more and keeping your back really straight. It’ll help throw your voice more.”
But she didn’t have too much to add. Marietta hadn’t ever been properly trained in singing. All that she learned was from doing it by herself for years. “Father had offered to hire me a tutor for singing before. I’m sure he would offer the same to you.” Marietta suggest. Marietta had never once taken him up on the offer. While of course the person was meant to teach her, she didn’t rather fancy being judged by a professional. At least not in singing, where she had to be confident and annunciate correctly.
Marietta looked at the empty dish of sweets. This was a good day. She got to spend time with her sister, gotten inspiration for a problem she was working on, and felt like she was helpful for Hebe. What a lovely time. “But the best way to get better is to keep practicing. So come on, Hebe. Let’s take this from the top.”
Marietta didn’t much like singing in front of other people. Marietta lacked confidence. It was such a foundation for singing. But Marietta lived a life full of fear. When she was alone in her room she could confidently belt out songs, and listen to the notes as it melded with her harp. But when she was in front of other people, it was like she forgot what music was. She would freeze with fear, and become a blushing mess just like if she were to be talking.
But Hebe wasn’t just ‘other people.’ Hebe was her family. And Marietta knew if Hebe wanted to learn then she would need an example. Plus it could be fun to harmonize with her sister. Marietta hadn’t ever gotten the opportunity to harmonize with anyone before. Her fear kept her from finding singers to sing with. This could be a challenge!
“Of course, Hebe.” Marietta said, “One, two, three, two, two, three,” And Marietta began playing her harp once again. She moved with the rhythm, fingers sliding back and forth along the strings. With the music came her voice, sweet notes matching Hebe’s, shifting as her sister did to best match her.
Hebe really did have a wonderful talent. It wasn’t practiced at all, but with time Marietta was sure Hebe could even surpass her. Her eye was sharp, watching for Hebe’s technique. How did she breathe? How did she hold herself? Did she drop her jaw or was she smiling? But then again… did any of that matter? What was most important was that her little sister was having fun. Singing was an art just like any other. Art was meant to be enjoyed. It brought beauty into the world, and with that beauty smiles to everyone around.
And when Marietta had finished the song, she did smile. Through Hebe’s singing she created art, one that would be remembered. “You did really well.” Marietta said encouragingly. “Try dropping your jaw more and keeping your back really straight. It’ll help throw your voice more.”
But she didn’t have too much to add. Marietta hadn’t ever been properly trained in singing. All that she learned was from doing it by herself for years. “Father had offered to hire me a tutor for singing before. I’m sure he would offer the same to you.” Marietta suggest. Marietta had never once taken him up on the offer. While of course the person was meant to teach her, she didn’t rather fancy being judged by a professional. At least not in singing, where she had to be confident and annunciate correctly.
Marietta looked at the empty dish of sweets. This was a good day. She got to spend time with her sister, gotten inspiration for a problem she was working on, and felt like she was helpful for Hebe. What a lovely time. “But the best way to get better is to keep practicing. So come on, Hebe. Let’s take this from the top.”