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 Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2011 1:44 pm
They walked slowly, almost carefully, Falys felt. The hallways were slowly emptying as people finished their classes and retreated to whatever nightly activities kept them occupied. The sun, as it headed towards sunset, streamed in the westward-facing windows, superimposing secondary grid-like patterns on the tiled floor. One window at the far end was open, the bottom section tilted outwards to let a cooling breeze in.
"Free form? You mean without sheet music?" She knew of certain forms of music that encouraged improvisation, jazz immediately coming to mind. Falys silently hoped Requiem didn't play jazz, she'd yet to find a redeeming melody in the entire genre. "I feel the same way about certain subjects myself. Beginner's Transmutation for example. The books can only explain so far, until you have to...feel it." Falys wrinkled her nose and looked over in time to see Requiem and another young man exchange strange looks. Falys looked at Requiem curiously, but didn't question it. Perhaps they knew each other from class.
"I spend a great deal of time in my dorm, or the library, if it's not too crowded. There's also a small lawn to the east of the administration building. So long as the weather is nice, I've found it to be enjoyably secluded." She hadn't yet told anyone about the particular space, but she was fairly sure Requiem wasn't the gossiping type, nor the type to bring a crowd of people and crash the peace.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 9:39 pm
"Yes," Requiem answered Falys, giving her a small nod. "Without sheet music, there is a freedom that allows for the musician to interpret things as they wish. It is a much more liberating and artistically pleasing way of music; I much prefer it to being forced to follow the rigid and sometimes overly strict barriers set by sheet music."
He found it surprisingly easy to converse with Falys, though he did not know her too well. She seemed pleasant enough, and though clearly her interests were not similar to his own, she was quite aware of what he meant and what he was speaking of, relating it to things of her own. Clearly he could not tell what she was thinking, but Requiem did not need to know every little detail of the inner workings of her mind as it was.
Another boy passed them as they walked, giving him yet another hard look. Requiem, as usual, ignored this one as well, instead saying to Falys "I find Transmutation a little confusing; I have not yet mastered that particularly well, though I do find it rather interesting. It is something I would need to practice quite a bit, like the piano."
He cast her a look out of the corner of his eye, tilting his head as if scrutinizing her. While she obviously was not a loner, like himself, she did seem to have a confident, singular air about her that implied a desire for solitude every now and then. It was a little reassuring to know.
"As do I," Requiem responded, lifting his gaze to the ceiling as if tracing the cracks in it as they walked slowly back to Falys' dorm. "I find my dorm to be a rather satisfying place of respite, though not the library in particular. I have not really found a need, nor a desire to read much. I suppose I should; it is not that I mind it, but I simply have not discovered any sort of pull towards there."
The last place she mentioned surprised him. It dragged Requiem's eyes away from the ceiling to look down at her, lifting a brow curiously. "As for that place...I did not know about that, but it is good to have a place where you can find solitude."
It was only after they had been walking for a few moments, that he realized that though he was walking Falys back to her dorm, he was not entirely certain where that was. He paused for a moment, turning to ask her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 10:05 am
Falys bit her lip and frowned. ”I suppose I’d never thought of sheet music as being something restrictive. Music always seemed so free… When the professor plays the samples of the sheet music we’re reading, it seems as though this flowing thing has been reproduced in the regular notation of the sheet music. But it’s the other way around isn’t it?” She turned and half-smiled at Requiem. ”But I suppose I only thought that way because I’m not the one playing.”
Because she was looking at him, Falys noticed yet another odd look directed at Requiem, this one noticeably unpleasant. How terribly rude. Falys surreptitiously returned an angry look to the nameless boy, but realized he likely didn’t see her. How could some people be so completely devoid of manners? She made sure her face was pleasant before she returned to Requiem. ”I appreciate Transmutation because it’s so similar to my own concentration, Telekinesis,” she glanced up briefly to gauge his reaction, ”But Transmutation seems to be less about knowing your own mind, and more about conforming your mind to the conventions to that type of magic.” Falys suddenly lit up and laughed lightly. ”A bit like playing from sheet music!”
It was so strange, Falys felt more animated talking to Requiem. Conversations with her peers were normally such a chore, and for one to actually be enjoyable was a wonderful change of pace. ”I concentrate so much better outside, when there’s just enough background noise to blend it all together…” She realized suddenly that she was practically rambling on, dominating the entire conversation. She could have kicked herself for her own rudeness, that was twice she’d forgotten her manners, just since meeting him! ”So, do you know your magical concentration yet? Perhaps something music related?”
Requiem suddenly stopped in the middle of the hall and Falys stopped a pace afterwards. Turning to face him, Falys bit her lip. Did he need to leave? Was he tired of hearing her prattle on? She tilted her head and tried to look curious instead of nervous.
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