Daughter of God
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Matteo Guo-Yian
Location: Jutrand Academy
Lunaria hadn't considered her phrasing. When she'd mentioned liking music, she'd been referring to playing it herself. There was some level of organization in a score sheet that made sense in her mind. It became a game to figure out what notes fit which bar. But…She bit her lip and did her best to appear thoughtful while trying to pick an artist. "I like all sorts but lately…Helena Falls…They're new if I recall correctly. Based out of some asteroid colony in the Core. It's…nice. Living there is really hard but they still manage to make beautiful things."
It was hard to describe. The songs varied from upbeat to chilled pop…But she liked them. A few other bands came to mind like "Watch Dogs Legion" but she wasn't sure if Tea-Yo would be all right with something so old. There was no synth, no words, just piano. Luna glanced down at her lap and her ponytail fell over her shoulder. Talking about music made her miss home.
"My mom…She can't cook at all. It's so weird because she's the best at everything else…So my brother and I kind of learned because we had to. Dad used to do it for her…But he's…Not around."
The mention of the father she had never known caused her to tense up but that sensation gave way to a little smile while holding on to fond memories.
Naneth had gotten better in the kitchen over the years but that wasn't saying much. Luna had seen her turn a boiling pot of water into a miniature sun. A gelatin mold into swamp thing and it's six angry cousins that melted through the table top. How? She had no idea. It became a ritual for her mother to handle dry ingredients and handle cutting and chopping. That…She did very well. But Luna or Sol typically took over after that lest the house explode.
Literally, explode.
She perked up a little bit at hearing he had access to the Holo-Net. They had data pads but Luna had been too preoccupied to really investigate. No doubt, Sol was already plugged in.
"I'd like that…", she responded, listing three songs, before slowly swinging back to her feet. Every move she made seemed to speak of years of dedicated training. Most dancers didn't find their balance as smoothly as she did. Nor, did they seem so weightless on a balance beam. "Pick one while I practice?"
She saw it as a compromise.
Training couldn't end today before the sun went down…But no one said she couldn't do it with company and good tunes. "Then, play your favorite."
Matteo Guo-Yian
Location: Jutrand Academy
Lunaria hadn't considered her phrasing. When she'd mentioned liking music, she'd been referring to playing it herself. There was some level of organization in a score sheet that made sense in her mind. It became a game to figure out what notes fit which bar. But…She bit her lip and did her best to appear thoughtful while trying to pick an artist. "I like all sorts but lately…Helena Falls…They're new if I recall correctly. Based out of some asteroid colony in the Core. It's…nice. Living there is really hard but they still manage to make beautiful things."
It was hard to describe. The songs varied from upbeat to chilled pop…But she liked them. A few other bands came to mind like "Watch Dogs Legion" but she wasn't sure if Tea-Yo would be all right with something so old. There was no synth, no words, just piano. Luna glanced down at her lap and her ponytail fell over her shoulder. Talking about music made her miss home.
"My mom…She can't cook at all. It's so weird because she's the best at everything else…So my brother and I kind of learned because we had to. Dad used to do it for her…But he's…Not around."
The mention of the father she had never known caused her to tense up but that sensation gave way to a little smile while holding on to fond memories.
Naneth had gotten better in the kitchen over the years but that wasn't saying much. Luna had seen her turn a boiling pot of water into a miniature sun. A gelatin mold into swamp thing and it's six angry cousins that melted through the table top. How? She had no idea. It became a ritual for her mother to handle dry ingredients and handle cutting and chopping. That…She did very well. But Luna or Sol typically took over after that lest the house explode.
Literally, explode.
She perked up a little bit at hearing he had access to the Holo-Net. They had data pads but Luna had been too preoccupied to really investigate. No doubt, Sol was already plugged in.
"I'd like that…", she responded, listing three songs, before slowly swinging back to her feet. Every move she made seemed to speak of years of dedicated training. Most dancers didn't find their balance as smoothly as she did. Nor, did they seem so weightless on a balance beam. "Pick one while I practice?"
She saw it as a compromise.
Training couldn't end today before the sun went down…But no one said she couldn't do it with company and good tunes. "Then, play your favorite."
