(2008-07-26 18:00:46 Natasha rolls 3 dice to violin 9,7,9 (3 successes)

She sits on the piano bench in the great room of her Cousin's spacious aboad. She places the violin case before her and opens it. She pulls out her handcrafted violin, bringing it to her chin and shoulder, she draws the bow across it. A long soft note echos through the chamberroom. She smiles softly, raising her brow lightly. She closes her eyes, falling into the music that resounds in the deep recesses of her mind. she lets it rise up out of her, flow from her fingertips to the bow. Gentle deep notes are punctuated with delicate high notes, moving into a melodious sorrowful song of the night.
Silently, she wonders who will hear her song?

 I enter the house quietly not wanting to disturb the ebb and flow of the music. She always has enjoyed her playing. I quietly slip around a corner, taking a seat. I listen intently feeling the energy of the piece build, building to its crescendo. I never had a gift for the instruments, I assume it interfered with my studies. Such things fall away when one is driven to perfection. I realized long ago that should I ever pick up one I would never be satisfied with just the enjoyment of playing it. I would have had to be perfect, second place is the first loser.

I can see her dancing, she is enraptured by the strings, calling her and beckoning her onward in a dance long forgotten to most. I remember though having learned it with her.

She moves about the room, her bow moving over the strings as she hits the peak of the song. Her feet stop and her bow dances furiously over the strings. She stares at the strings as it slows to its end, the song fading from the chamber. She sighs softly, reveling in the rapture that is self expression. Shje shudders lightly, her hand going to her forhead as she falls into a chair. She blinks, drifting from her exhileration. She smiles, seeing Goergio has joined her.
"Awe, my favorite cousin. How are you on such a lovely evening as this? I can smeel the tea olive blooms on the night air. It smells like...sadness."

 Turning to look at her," I was working down below, she must have heard you. She has always favored your style and your choice of inflection. She garners such pleasure from such an inconsequential act so I decide to watch for a bit. I fear I will never understand, but your piece was moving. How was your evening?" he rises taking a seat nearer her.

She smiles sweetly, "She likes it huh? Well, I'll have to give her a private show one night."
She sets the violin in her case, laying the bow on top. She moves to sit in a chair near him.
"The night has been good. The club is closed for maintaince, so I have an evening off."

[Goergio's phone begins to ring]

 "Excuse me a second, my dear", reaching into his pocket, retrieving his phone.

"Good evening Alessio..."

"Good evening... I think we may have a problem... with a Ventrue..."

He leaves it off at that.

She stays silent until Goergio gets off the phone.  

--Last edited by Natasha Milliner on 2008-08-14 16:09:00 --

"Oh, what makes you say that dear cousin? I do not like cleaning up messes Alessio, perhaps this would be best handled if you were to come over here."

"As you say. Let me finish up here and I will be right over."

click.

 I hang up the phone.

"It would appear that your cousin has gotten himself into some sort of issue with another kindred of Sanfield. I told him we will discuss it as soon as he gets over," looking mildly annoyed.

It is not long before Alessio arrives. He greets the Don, kissing his hand, and his cousin, kissing her cheek.

 "I appreciate your promptness. Now I need both of you to ready yourselves quickly, we have an invitation from the Prince of the Camarilla here in Sanfield to attend his court. You can explain what exactly occurred on the way," he says while standing and looking over himself in the mirror.

"We shall be taking your vehicle Alessio, unless of course there is a problem with that?"  

She returns Alessio's kiss to his cheek and smiles. as he and  the Don talk, Natasha will busy herself by putting away her violin.