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 Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:12 pm
"Hmm," Rusayla mumbled, continuing to study the music sheets. She recalled at the very beginning of her studies, the healing teacher had had a strange requirement for teaching her: learning to play a harp. She had started fiddling with it, but when her mother had discovered her as well as the reason, she had ridiculed her for jumping through hoops just to study under a mere male.
Rusayla was well aware that her mother wished her to become a priestess to the Spider Queen and this might well have been yet another attempt to pressure her into choosing that path. As she had never made her mother privy to her reaons for choosing the healer's path, indeed, had no intentions to, it was not all that surprising. Still, she had bowed to her mother's wishes that one time.
Perhaps that had been a mistake. Although she thought she might still have the harp . . . She carefully set the pages aside, brought over her satchel and started rummaging through it until she brought out the harp's carrying case, stroking her fingers over the carved wood reverently.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:31 pm
"Ah, so that is how knew the music," Valin said, holding back the small strands of mist that were trying to peek into the case and figure out what lay inside it. It was pretty clear from the case that it was some type of small harp or lyre.
She was curious as to why the other Drow would carry a harp around with her, but Valin figured it was not much of her business and so if the other did not offer an explanation she would not ask for one. After all, Valin herself dragged around an empty sword sheath, wouldn't a lot of Drow find that just as curious?
Valin shook her head at herself and returned to watching Rusayla and the harp case. Her big doe eyes narrowed some in her curiosity and she couldn't help tilting her head to the side as she waited for Rusayla to do something more.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:58 pm
Rusayla remained rather unaware of the other female's attention, lifting the latches of the case and gently extricating her harp. She delicately placed it on her lap, running her thumb over the carvings as she strummed a quick chord.
She immediately placed her hand flat over the strings, grimacing at the dissonant racket. "Well, what did I expect," she muttered, moving towards the tuning knobs. "When I haven't played in over six months?" She began tuning the harp, shortly restoring it to working order.
She went through a few scales, a random set of chords, refreshing her memory before shifting the music sheets where she could easily see them, being, of course, primarily to her left. She quickly fingered through the piece, humming a bit, making a few alterations where she couldn't decipher the meaning. By the time she began to play she had forgotten Valin's presence entirely.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:41 pm
(What Neko really wants next is a Drow that plays the violin >D )
Valin could understand how one could get lost within their own devices, watching with interest as Rusayla tuned and began to play the harp. It had been a while since Valin had heard any type of music other than her voice, and the airy reverberations from the small instrument sent inviting chills down her spine, making her mists vibrate softly around her.
She waited for the other Drow to become comfortable playing the music before she joined in. Her voice rang softly against the harp at first, then with it as she harmonized and lifted her vocal range an octave higher to give the music a more ethereal feel. She thought it suited the setting by the Glimmersea.
And apparently so did her mists as they began to form over the water rapidly, their movements much more fluid than they normally were. Valin wondered what it was they were going to do with the new formation of music, her wide eyes watching them dance and twirl under the sparkling stone sky, the sparkles reflecting magnificently in the swirling water droplets.
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