London - England, 1785.
?: "Again"
As the Mentor said, the boy played from the start.
??: "How is he doing? " (*The lady said with a frown on her face while smoking*)
She was staring at her young son of just 9 years old, her last born. He was graciously playing an appeasing symphony with his violin.
??: "He improved all his skills within a week, it is incredible! if he keeps that up , he might reach the same level as great virtuoses of this country, maybe even to the level of Sir Beethoven, He has a gift, but ..." (*stopped nervously and worried*)
?: " but what Arthur ?" (*exhaling furiously the poisoning smoke engulfing the room*)
Arthur: "No offense, but Ma'am, never in my life have I witnessed such talent, I think it will be better if he could be taught by someone more experienced."
?: "have any suggestion !" (*taking her cigarette to her mouth*)
Arthur: "yes Ma'am, Sir Belafont. He used to be the best violonist of his time, he can teach this young one"
?: "I do remember about him, we met at a gala years ago , when my dear Jack was still from this world"
Arthur: "I am sorry Ma'am"
?: "it's okay, where is he now? it's been a while since I last saw him. I didn't ask where he lived"
Arthur: "He is residing at Copenhague..."
?: " That's in Danemark !"
Arthur: "Don't worry Ma'am, Sir Belafont will be happy to take him during his days there"
?: "I need to talk with himfirst"
Arthur: " No worries, I will go now. Sir Robin, you can stop. It was great, I will see you tomorrow"
The young dog nodded and put away his violin. His mother who seemed to be really thin yet elegant in her crimson red dress with roses decorating it giving a bit of panache to the outfit while not being vulgar, decided to take a seat at the bench of the piano near the window.
She patted the bench to inviter her son to sit next to her, so he did.
Putting away the cigarette and removing her gloves, she placed delicately her thin fingers on the tiles.
Notes after notes, a calm and great Symphony was beginning to seize the room. Soon the young Robin played alongside with his mother, the duo was perfectly synchronized.
For a moment it was as if they were the only ones remaining on Earth as the world seemed to disappear with every notes.
Time seemed to expand to no limit, Robin's tail was wagging softly so did his mom's one.
Even the greatest things have an end so did the duo.
The sunlight was piercing through the window's glasses, illuminating Robin's mother face. She was in her early forties but her light brown fur glistening with the light made her look younger. Her Dark brown eyes reflecting the room as light passed gently through them.
Female dogs usually had a smaller snout than males, and hers was even more sharper and pointy.
All this features just graced her beauty.
Her small mouth opened as her voice could be heard.
Robin's mother: "Dear, my precious little Robin. You bless your mother with your very presence"
Hearing that, the boy couldn't help but hugging his mother.
Robin's Mother: "you, my dear son, are remembering me of your father. Those beautiful eyes of yours, as green as a pine forest during spring. You have a gift for music my son, evil people will try to take advantage of you, but I want you to remember this in every heart there is a door to our light, the key to this door is your love Dear, no matter what you are passing through, remember that love is yours to play as the best partition"
The boy freed himself from the embrace and looked at his mother deep in the eyes. She cupped his cheek with her right hand and he leant to the touch.
Robin's Mother: "Robin, my lovely son, Tomorrow Mister Arthur will take you to Sir Belafont. He is a great Violonist like you, he is also an old friend of your father"
Robin just kept looking but sadness could be read on his small face.
Robin's Mother: " worry not my Son, I will come to visit once a year. Besides I heard Danemark has a great educational system for prodigies" (*holding herself to not cry*)
Robin felt the shakiness in his mother voice, So he grabbed her hand tightly.
Robin's Mother: " oh Dear..." (*Crying timidly*)
Robin let go of her hand and got up.
He readed his violin and began playing an enthousiastic tone.
His Mother chuckled and played a similar symphony on the piano, he followed while smiling and jolting around.
Usually, Robin plays british melodies or German ones from time to time, but when he is alone with his mother, he plays some old melodies of the Vikings, he learned them from his late father as this one was a white wolf from Iceland.
People would find it funny for a child to play music to his sad Mother instead of saying how much he loves her but for Robin's mother, this was the only thing she needed.
Her son didn't say that he loves her with words but with symphonies as he always did because He was a mute.