Prim loved making music.  She might not be able to produce a sound with her body alone, but she could manipulate instruments into making music for her, which she found to be a great outlet for the frustrations of her personal limitations.  Various instruments of rhythm and noise had been placed in her hands from the earliest age – the sounds helping her parents and caregivers to keep better track of where she went.  Her obvious interest in music was encouraged with an array of opportunities to learn from excellent teachers and, over the years she learned the piano, the violin, the cello, and the flute well enough to feel confident with them all.  She tinkered with the harp and the bagpipes and assorted other things, and had taken up the electric guitar only this year.  She’d yet to have much by way of guitar lessons yet, however, having been teaching herself at school, and expected her music master to huff and puff and sigh over her poor technique all summer.  

When Connor asked her how many instruments she played, Prim smiled and held up five fingers as she began applying her right hand to the keys.  She played only a moment before she took Connor’s left hand and positioned it such that he could press three of the lower keys simultaneously, and she showed him how to use them to create the rhythm while she played the simple melody on the right.  It was not exactly a show stopping piece, but she thought it was a fun way to play together.  




Primrose Darling