#dramaticauxiliatrix

[tentecleacademic-blog]

Academic Aquaintences

The day had gone by rather easily. Each assignment due had been previously completed correctly and turned in. The school day wasn't over yet, of course. She was only in music class, her fingers carefully tightening the hairs of her bow. She was even more carefully as she applied the rosin. Touching the hairs at all could cause them to get oily, lose grip. However, Rose's movements were confident and fluid and she lifted the violin to her shoulder, daintily resting her chin on the guard.

The first strokes were nearly tentative as the hairs slid over the strings. She would lower it only a few moments later, finely adjusting the strings into tune. It was an important part of music, at least hers. After a few moments she was thoroughly satisfied with the state of her strings. She finished just in time for the teacher to begin speaking, all students and instruments falling silent.

"Hello!" The teachers voice rang through the silent room. Rightfully so, as the room was designed specifically for music and sound. The acoustics carried the professors voice as they took attendance. "Today we have a project for you all!" Rose looked up from her desk, violet gaze skirting around the room before settling on the professor as they posted a sheet of paper on the board. "You'll each be working with a student from the drama class to compose a piece of music for their upcoming production. The best compositions will be chosen to play, so please try your hardest. Your partner's name is listed here beside your own." They stepped away, gesturing for the students to come find their partner. Some rushed to the board, some raised their hands to ask questions.

Rose carefully set her violin and bow on her desk as the teacher answered questions from her classmates before explaining that they would meet in the theater after everyone knew their partner. Kanaya Maryam. The name sounded vaguely familiar. Porrim. That was it. Rose's sister was acquainted with who Rose could only guess be Kanaya's sibling.

She walked with the class to the theater, violin case slung over her shoulder and both violin and bow held carefully in her hands. She entered silently, absent from the chatter that encased many of the students as they raced to find their partner. As the room settled down she watched, looking for those still unmatched. There were few still without their partner. It was easy to rule out those in her class, and then again the males. She was left with two students, one whom she was vaguely acquainted with. The other would certainly have to be-

"Miss Maryam, I presume?" Rose's dark painted lips poised into a smile as she approached the girl. She was far taller than Rose. "I am Rose Lalonde. I believe we've been partnered together?" She shifted the position of her bow, balancing it over the violin she held rested on her shoulder to offer her hand. "It's my pleasure to meet you."

[elleverte-blog]

Long words, bereft of meaning

Porrim Maryam was, by all means, an articulate young lady, if you took the words of professional educators in high esteem. Though, if they ever met her half-sister, they would denote her as articulate-er and give her a shiny crown that could outshine the crown jewels of a thousand sovereign nations.  She was on the lookout for just such a crown after her birth mother had called, telling her to be on the lookout for one such half-sister, Kanaya. Porrim adored Kanaya, and it appeared she, too, would be attending Alternia Academy, although she wasn't told what for. It wasn't as it it mattered, so Porrim smothered her curiosity with last minute shopping at the nothing over a dollar store, looking for a crown or tiara that sparkled like the jewels of the twisting and turning conversations they had had over the years, and she ended up wearing it out. As she parked her car, Porrim considered how much her young sibling must have changed, they hadn't seen each other in almost three years. Maybe there was some exciting news from the family she heard only radio silence from for so long. God, she hoped so. When she finally meandered her way to the front gate to wait for Kanaya's imminent arrival, Porrim sat on the fence's corner stone,kicking her high-heeled feet against the rough material used to construct the small fence, and was glad she wore her favorite outfit today. One has to look their best in the face of change.