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 Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 3:23 pm
It was just past sundown in Ista Weyr; a candlemark more and curfew would take Yali and deposit her back in her dorm.
Outside the long, winding halls, the great dining room and the sands where a clutch should lay, Yali had settled herself down. One foot was jammed against a large boulder for support, and her back and hind end were squeezed into another.
As far as playing the violin without any real chairs went, it wasn't an uncomfortable position. She'd been told once to move, and that was why she was here.
She played a song from memory; some ballad about a bronze rider who had done the typical heroic bouts. She did not bother to sing because she knew that would only end up in multitudes of bleeding ears.
The violin playing wasn't bad persay, but every once and a while, Yali would hit a note so far off the mark that it would send a screeching sound out through the Weyrbowl. On the worst of these, she would pause, feigning innocence as she looked out into the fairly deserted bowl for signs of life - mainly people groaning or shouting in her direction.
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 12:39 pm
Xeran was always suspicious of morning people. Oh, he recognized the importance of mornings. You had to have them, because, if you didn’t, afternoons would be mornings and everything, but people weren’t supposed to get a kick out of them. True to form, he tended to stay up late at night. An hour before curfew was pretty much afternoon for the Harper which was precisely why he was still ambling about.
That and Vera was still out visiting with her new friend, A’bri. Xeran normally would have disallowed night-time visits, but Vera had made some VERY good points. Namely, a kick that left Xeran wincing, a firelizard that perceived everyone Not-Xeran as a threat, and she was an adult who could make her own decisions (although Xeran continued to treat this as a controversial theory rather than fact). Unable to sleep, the Harper meandered out to the Weyrbowl, occasionally nodding at people.
An… hey. He knew that song. The Harper paused for a moment, mouthing the words to the song before limping (Vera kicked REALLY hard) towards the violinist. Not bad. Not bad at all… he listened for a few moments before the audible version of a Vera-kick went to his ears.
Ok, maybe ‘Not bad at all’ didn’t really cover it. “That’s supposed to be a sharp there. Move your index finger so it touches your middle finger,” he said helpfully.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 9:28 pm
Yali glanced up when she heard the voice. There was a distinct grimace on that face; it seemed as though her beautiful cover-up had ultimately failed.
Like any good student, at first she said nothing. Her attention returned in an instant to the area he pointed out. Pushing her index and middle together with determination, she continued the next few notes and found that they miraculously formed together.
It was hard to play from memory. Yali was the rare musician that almost required a notational reference and it hindered her ability greatly.
"Thanks," she told him with a mild display of teeth. Deeming the song done for the day, she carefully took the violin from under her chin and wrapped it up in the leather she carried it in.
"You play?" She eyed him warily for a moment, clutching the violin between untrusting fingers before her tendons untensed and she offered the package with ginger care towards the man.
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 9:46 am
Xeran listened with ferocious care and nodded when the notes finally worked together. Good instrument, he decided, very fine. Not masterwork quality or anything, but certainly better than what he had expected in this place. The damp was just awful for wood, especially since it could just sneak into the f-holes. Marko was forever complaining about the effects of the weather on his flutes but, then again, the long-haired Harper complained about almost everything under the sun, right up to and including the sun itself.
“Oh, occasionally,” he said off-handedly as he accepted the package so he could take a closer look at the violin. “Haven’t seen many of these around, especially out of Harper Hall. You’re very lucky and very good. Normally, I play ladies.”
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He paused for a moment before laughing at how that sounded. “Harps, I mean. My daughter calls them ladies and it has been spreading. I’m Harper Xeran. You’re a Candidate, I expect? Seems like the Weyrs are stealing away all the talent.”
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