Bella was so excited to have her eldest sister back that she hardly touched her own food. Only when Roxy spoke did the young one find it an appropriate time to eat. All of her pancakes managed to disappear past soft lips before she was given her assignment for the morning and after one more hug and kiss pressed to Elys' cheek, her petite feet carried the ivory skin youth up to her own room where she sat at her white desk with the white chair in the room of popping purple accents. The sun light illuminated the room more and the warmth was, as always, inviting. The assignment placed upon the smooth and organized surface of her desk with her back to the door. This way it was easy for her not to see anyone coming in. Making it easy for anyone to check up on her. As usual, young Bella would work her assignment and double check it for an errors before she would begin practicing her violin. It had to be one of her favorite parts of the day. So read and write she did. Checking for grammatical errors of any sort and miscalculations anywhere. When all 'I's were dotted and all 'T's crossed she set the assignment down and stood up from her chair to pull open one of the drawers under her bed and plucked out her violin case. The case was sat upon the soft surface of her purple bed and and opened it.<br/><br/>A mahogany Cremona violin was removed and the bow soon followed. The girl picked a tuned that matched her calm visage and began playing.<br/>[video=youtube]http://youtu.be/y3fRre_8N0E[/video]<br/>Chopin being one of her favorite music composers. After that song, she was quite content. She was practicing another more complicated one, but since her sister was home she was hoping to spend some quality time with her. The young girl sat upon her bed and fiddled with the tuning of the instrument. Her assignment complete upon the desk. A few music sheets lay within the case that she was trying to learn in her spare time. Which... she had plenty of. Bella did always wonder what it was like outside of their comfy and cozy home. Little would she know that a lot of the things that her family did were not of the norm. Those light pools of blue were damn near identical to her father's and they stared at the music notes upon the sheet. Blonde locks cascading down and around her face. The girl lost in her work. While the room was silent, music was dancing in her head as she read on and on. Her mind clearly focused. A trait one would assume she got from her father.