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The sun was just beginning to set and soon the candidates would be ushered in to the barracks to sleep. For now though they were left to their own devices so long as they kept close to the barracks. Some hung about talking, others were reading, most of them were here or there in groups. Cyrci herself had pulled out the old rather battered lap harp her mother had given her as a child and positioned herself on a rock. Sitting there she let her fingers pluck gentle at the strings strumming out a soft lullaby. One that no Harper would recognize for it was a song of her own making. A song that brought a lump into her throat at the memory/ She'd played this lullaby for the whers of her home to help them sleep and ease their fear of the coming dawn. To sooth and reassure. It was a gentle piece, a simple one that someone not Harper trained could manage without too much difficulty, but still rang sweet and true with it's sincerity.

Cyrci blinked in surprise at the new harmony added into her old song her fingers faltering slightly on the strings before she once more picked up the pace. Careful not to interupt the music she craned her head searching for the source of the flute music and what she recognized to be firelizard singing. She didn't have far to look though as she half turned spotting a boy just a bit older then herself playing along, the firelizards perching on him adding to the song.

Offering a bright smile she continued the melody adding her own soft humming to the tune before breaking into song.

"Dawn is coming, marching on, like the beat of dragon wings.
Dawn is coming, marching on, with the joys of daytime things.

Day is not for you and I. My little Wher dear.
Lay down your head.
Let us go to bed.
Till nighttime once more grows near.

Dawn is coming, marching on, like the beat of dragon wings.
Dawn is coming marching on, with the joys of daytime things.

Sleep now Watch-wher, do not fret.
I'll sing you a song.
Till night comes along.
To ease your worries my lovely pet.

Dawn is coming, marching on, like the beat of dragon wings.
Dawn is coming, marching on, with the joys of daytime things.

Dark is the den, safe and warm
Away from the sun.
Till night has begun.
Sleep soundly by your handlers form.

Dawn is coming, marching on. Dawn is coming, marching on. Dawn is coming, marching on.

Till Day is past we wait." Cyrci finished the last line of her song letting the tones and last strings of the harp die away like a sigh of sleep. Turning in her spot she flashed the other boy a bright smile.

"That was beautiful. I'm Cyrci. May I ask your name?" She asked standing from her perch, tucking the lap harp beneath her arm with a warm fond glance before turning back to Shedrawn.

"It's a pleasure to meet you as well as your firelizards." She replied giving him an open friendly smile. There was a strange exotic whirl of an accent to her voice and she even went so far as to give the firelizards, specially the little bronze a low cheerful chirrup in greeting. Which though Shedrawn might not recognize it was wher-speech for hello and would hopefully please the little cousins of the beasts she was raised with.

Turning her eyes away from the firelizards and back to the older boy she blushed slightly in embarrassment realizing, if not really caring how strange the action must have seemed. "Oh. Eh I haven't been here long at all. Less then a sevenday in fact. I was brought in a dragon back from Engova hold three days ago." Cyrci replied, her embarrassed frown and red tinted cheeks calming to a small warm smile. She had no right to be embarrassed, she was who she was and she was proud of it. Then just like that the calm reassuring air settled back around the girl. Cyrci would not fret for being herself, only for if she did something wrong. Which she was fairly certain she hadn't done.

After all the two had just been playing together after all. "I like your firelizards and your flute. You play very well. Are you trained?" She inquired with a curious open gaze her face warm and welcoming as she scooted over on her rock patting a spot beside her for him to sit if he liked.

Cyrci let out a small delighted chuckle at the bronzes warm reaction and even the greens sudden notice as she let out a soft soothing croon to them smiling brightly. "Oh I've always loved the little pretties, they're such fascinating beauties." She said with a smile pausing though when he asked her what she was saying to hi companions.

"Oh that was wher-speech. I was simply greeting them. The croon was more of me reassuring them that I think they're completely wonderful." Cyrci replied with a rumbling purr her entire being radiating with happiness at such a simple pleasure.

"You play wonderfully Shedrawn and yes the Weyr is quite different. I believe that I prefer it over my own home as well. People here are much more understanding of winged antics."

"I can teach you a little Wher-speech yes. Just remember other then a few basic phrases the sort of dialects change depending on the wher." She explained smiling at him and considering his request.

"But it wouldn't be too hard to teach you some of the basics. I'm also teaching another candidate Orlina a little as well." Cyrci said with a smile that only broadened as the little bronze alighted on her shoulder rubbing his head against her cheek. Letting out another low croon at the handsome creature she lifted a gentle hand to scratch his eyeridges.

"Well your little fellow certainly is a ladies man."

Cyrci had to fight to keep from doubling over laughing at Shedrawns attempt to speak wher less she knock the bronze off her shoulder. Lifting a hand she helped steady the handsome thing as she chuckled.

"Well you were close, but you didn't quite get the sound right. Here." And she repeated the little chirrup she had done before. "That's how you say hello. You got to pitch it up then down like your going back and forth on a scale and the sound should come from here." And she pointed to where the bottom of her chin met her neck.

"What I did before the croon is more of a reassuring sound. It comes from the chest in a low sort of thrum like plucked strings." And she plucked a few strings on her lyre to show humm repeating the croon right along to the tune.

"It'll take you a bit to get the pitch right. Wher's and firelizards have pretty good ears so they can tell if you get it wrong much easier then us humans can. So you should be able to gauge how close you get by their reactions." She explained going back to scratching the bronzes eyeridges as she marveled at the little handsome thing.

"You're getting better. Crooning isn't quite a greeting, but more of a gentle loving assurance." She explained to him continuing spoiling the little bronze rotten as she smiled back at him.

"I'll be more the happy to teach you as much as you like. How'd you end up with three firelizards. The greens are quite the pretty little things." Cyrci complimented with a grin very carefully unwinding the bronze from her shoulder and setting him back on his owners.

"We'd better get get back into the barracks before the Candidatemaster comes out here and calls us in."