Her lectures aren’t meeting today and her father has been away on business for longer than she may recall; the staffing of the manor is down to a sparse few servants to ensure the place stays clean, and to make sure her needs are seen to. She eats on the schedule provided for her, dresses in what is put for her, and speaks to no one. Generally, she’s content to keep to her studies, but the pace that she makes her way downstairs with, past the old schoolroom and into the parlor, is a brisk one.
There’s something that she believes she wants to try. There’s something that she has been trying, recently. She’d asked her friend a few weeks ago - to his shock, for some reason that was lost on her, something about her reaction seemed strong to him - to fetch her some songs from a few towns over, and she’s been working on it since then. In and of itself it’s no different than study: for hours a day she sits down at their piano and plays.
It’s no different from studying.
Aradia excises all possibility of failure from her mind, and studies the keys, their shape, the wires, the sounds they all make, with the same fervor she used to pour through their library. She intimates herself with the anatomy of the piano, and plays. She plays, and plays, and plays, and plays - she has to. This was something that was lost to her, something that she should have had, but who would she be if she were to miss even a single component? If she wants to make herself whole, if she wants to be to her family’s liking, if she wants to be to her god’s liking - the only choice left to her is to cleanse all lingering monstrosity from her body. She hones it, over time, from noise to a song, then two, then more, but -
SUMMARY:
- Dia learns to play the piano. It’s a montage. - She may or may not have always had these problems?
NOTES:
- We’re back to Dia as we know her! - This memory takes place over several months. The amount of time she spends just playing the piano is objectively unhealthy. - No, her dad does not come home once in all that time. - The maids all look and sound alike at this point even when she’s in good health.
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There’s something that she believes she wants to try. There’s something that she has been trying, recently. She’d asked her friend a few weeks ago - to his shock, for some reason that was lost on her, something about her reaction seemed strong to him - to fetch her some songs from a few towns over, and she’s been working on it since then. In and of itself it’s no different than study: for hours a day she sits down at their piano and plays.
It’s no different from studying.
Aradia excises all possibility of failure from her mind, and studies the keys, their shape, the wires, the sounds they all make, with the same fervor she used to pour through their library. She intimates herself with the anatomy of the piano, and plays. She plays, and plays, and plays, and plays - she has to. This was something that was lost to her, something that she should have had, but who would she be if she were to miss even a single component? If she wants to make herself whole, if she wants to be to her family’s liking, if she wants to be to her god’s liking - the only choice left to her is to cleanse all lingering monstrosity from her body. She hones it, over time, from noise to a song, then two, then more, but -
SUMMARY:
- Dia learns to play the piano. It’s a montage.
- She may or may not have always had these problems?
NOTES:
- We’re back to Dia as we know her!
- This memory takes place over several months. The amount of time she spends just playing the piano is objectively unhealthy.
- No, her dad does not come home once in all that time.
- The maids all look and sound alike at this point even when she’s in good health.