~~ Dear Pen Pal,
I have three sisters. One older than me, and two younger. Emilia is the youngest in the family. She is what one of the school boys living in the family parlour from the United Colonies call a 'bright spark'. I agree, before she learned how to walk she could always be found burying her body into my aunt's nursing book. It was written in French, yet she could recite some sounds that sound remotely like the words in the medical text. Izabella, is what another school boy from Britain would call a 'firecracker'. She can be hasty, also hot of tempered, but it's only when she catches some of the other school boys living with us picking on a squirrel or bullying a bird's nest. Izabelle developed this technique where she knew exactly where to break a grown man's shin with one kick of her foot... I kid you not.
The oldest? Her name is Ludwika...................... I honestly don't know what is the best way to describe her, without traumatizing you...
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"Ch-Chop-Chop. Wh-why am I the only one being bound in leather straps!?"
"It's because my Elder Sister Ludwika has taken a liking to you... Thank you God."
"Wh-why are you p-praising your God under your breath as if he delivered you from tyranny! What about me!? What about meeeeeee!?"
Frederic Chopin kept his mouth shut. There was a good reason why he was exceptionally quiet today. It had nothing to do with his bad health, or his bothersome coughing fit that make him sound like a seal in the Polish Zoo.
No, the reason was more 'critical' than that.
His oldest sister, a lovely woman by the name of Ludwika Chopin, was visting the Family Parlour. She even had a pair of leather briefcases and a luggage trunk sitting at the foot of the front door. There were various kinds of colored paper and miniature posters pasted across the sides and edges in fish glue (traditional adehesive). All of them portraying iconic images such as the Eiffel Tower of France, the Leaning Tower of Piza in Italy, the Kingdom of Pyramids of Egypt, to even a real red Maple Leaf she collected in a certain British Colony in the North.
"...W-welcome home, b-big sister. I hope you had a wonderful trip..... I'll be at my piano if you need anything."
"TRAITOR! TRAITOOOOOOOOR! COME BACK AND SAVE THIS WIIIIIITCH!"
Historically, Ludwika Chopin had recently studied at a prestigious Musical University overseas and was adept in the art of song writing and orchestra management. She too had the opportunity to compose her own music for great conductors to perform around the world. Due to her prominence in the world of melody and symphonies, Frederic Chopin would look up to her as if she was a celebrity figure.
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They also shared the same piano teacher, explaining how both Chopin siblings were exceptionally skilled at the ivory keys.
Normally, she would be portrayed as this well-kept and quiet sounding woman, carrying a sharp intelligence behind her eyes and a coy smile to mask herself under the guise of a meek church mouse.
However, since this was a work of fiction - let's have some fun.
Let's add her with a slender riding crop as part of her inventory.
"Ch-Chop-Chop! Help! Sh-she's really going to use that horsewhip on me!"
"No she won't. She doesn't like sticking to one asset too long. Ludwika has this bad habit of changing her regular appearances every now and then, depending on the swing of her mood."
"W-wait! Wh-why the h*ll are you whispering like a mouse--NUWOOOH! IS SHE SERIOUSLY GOING TO SWITCH OUR A HORSE WHIP FOR A CAT O'NINE FLOG!? TH-THAT'S WHAT THEY USE TO PUNISH MUTINEERS IN THE AGE OF PIRATES! IS SHE REALLY THAT HARDCORE!?"
"Unfortunately yes. I won't blame her. Studying overseas on her own can be dangerous. She had a few run in with men and woman who had very little appreciation to her intelligence and her body. It can't be helped if she has to form a defensive wall to protect herself from such people... however, it ended up awakening something inside of her... Once she becomes 'interested' in how a person looks when she swings the whip... she can't stop."
"Wh-what? I-I didn't hear you past the word 'body'!? Y-you're whispering too softly! Geegh! S-still! that doesn't explain why she is targeting me!? I-I'm just a cute and innocent witch!"
"I think it's because you are a cute and innocent witch that she finds you catching... Or, maybe the fact that you have a better body than hers."
"That bit of science makes absolutely no sense whatsoever! And how the h*ll are you so relaxed sitting at your piano while commentating about my upcoming demise like it was golfing tournament in Scotland!?"
"...............Reprieve from roleplay. Cough."
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR FAMILY!?"
Frederic Chopin was not a cruel soul. No, he was just too weak to handle serious situations that involve a lot of blood being fed to the brain. Even if he understood the concept of Newton's Three Laws of Physics or had this strong grasp of the Fibonacci Ratio... he would pass out while writing 1/10 of the formula on the board.
Poor fellow. That was why, for the sake of his health, he chose to turn away from the complicating sight that was tied and bound with red rope in the living room. Instead, he put all of his undivided attention to his beloved piano, pure as ebony.
"... Cough Cough. Don't worry Jolly. I'm here. Don't be afraid...I'll cover your ears."
"FREDERIC CHOOOOOOOOOPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!"
And after the Witch gave an epic 'Nooooooo' scream like a certain Dark InVader in Space, Miss Ludwika Chopin... became more than acquainted with the Lazy Witch... for the next seven days of her short stay☆.
"W-wait! Nyaahn!♥ N-no! P-please! Aaaahn♥♥! S-stop! Gunnyaah♥♥♥♥! M-my b-body c-can't hold on m-much longer--Gyaah♥♥♥♥♥! N-not there, n-not where the baby co--Nyaahnggaa♥♥♥♥♥♥........Oh god it's so gooood!!!!!--GYAGGGUUUFF!♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥."
"... Don't look Jolly! Don't corrupt yourself to the evils of the world!"
As if to make this Shade Painted in 50 Colors easier to endure, Frederic Chopin used his thin arms to shield the instrument from the crude world of adults.