"Mother," Belvina started to whine, but knew it might be pointless. Hopefully they could find a competent instructor who would tell her mother that gloves were sort of ridiculous. Belvina would practice without them at any rate and just hope her mother did not feel the need to sit in on her lessons.

"They're fine." She insisted, holding out her hands for her mother to inspect, not a cut or imperfection on them. "It's not as if ink stains are permanent." Honestly had her mother not grown up doing the exact same things?