#onemysize

It had been an awfully long time since she’d done it — and considering how long she’d been at the compound, you would have thought she’d try her hand at it again. The upright piano in one of the common rooms reminded her of her childhood, she and her sisters huddled around the piano as they listened to their mother sing while their father played. It was one of her earliest memories, and each Triton daughter was encouraged to take up a different instrument. Being the youngest meant getting last dibs, but it was surprising to her that none of them had taken up piano. So she did, up until she was fifteen. It was a cold winter morning when she finally approached the instrument, fingers brushing against the keys softly. Flexing her fingers, she looked around to see if anyone was coming. And when she considered the coast clear, she began to play Clair de Lune, the first song that had come to mind.