Penelope - Terra Essentia - remember the time
“Time,” snaps the tutor, “remember the time, girl!”
The music breaks off, abruptly, and Penelope is jolted back to the dull, boxy practice room. She stares at him a moment, simmering with resentment, childish eyes wide with defiant anger, and then she snaps the bow back against the strings and starts over - double time. Notes leap and soar and are swept away like leaves in a tidal wave; somewhere distant, the tutor is shouting. Triple time. Faster. She feels giddy with it, each bright sound falling with fatal precision into place. The silence that follows is a brief, heady victory.