Post by Tashe on Jan 16, 2011 23:04:32 GMT -5
Sliding his hand down Vivea’s neck, he made her sing out, coaxing her into a sweet melody. His chin rested against her body, and he could feel the vibrations of the chords from which her voice came. Gentle Lady. Kind Lady. Vivea was the color of mahogany wood and as smooth as marble. Oh and her voice. Her voice was akin to the best singers on Pern, she had even been lucky enough to accompany them once or twice. If he ever had another love, none would be as pure! Sighing, Zemaren passed his bow across the stings once more, the tune changing mid song into a more morose and haunting melody. Vivea was the name of his Violin, any true Harper named their most beloved instrument, and so he had many years ago. Normally he would accompany the songs he played with the words they were bound to, but this particular melody had none. At least, not yet. He had composed this particular one himself, and had yet to put any words to it. But… perhaps the fact it had no accompaniment made it even more beautiful? That was the very argument that stalled him from technically completing it. So he would leave it unnamed and unfinished until that time in which he could make up his mind.
Leaning against the drum tower, Zemaren angled himself so that he could continue to play, making the perfect image of relaxed enjoyment. If he could say one good thing about Selenitas Weyr, was that their Drum Heights had amazing harmonic resonation. His notes were as crisp or as soft as they needed to be but at the same time, heard exactly the way they were meant to upon creation. It probably sounded even better in the canyon below him. The Harper had yet to meet the two men who were stationed here already, Eikane and Dmitri, but he had heard some interesting things about them. They were both Wherhandlers, for one. Journeyman Eikane was a Goldhandler, in fact. How that happened was beyond Zemaren. He had never really interacted with either of the Harpers, despite all of his time at Harper hall. He only knew their names. There were also bits and pieces of gossip floating around like there normally was at a Weyr, so he paid most of what he heard very little mind.
Fingers moving almost subconsciously as he finished his song, young man slowly pulled his bow against the last chord, drawing it out to mimic the haunting body of the song. Pushing off the tower he preformed a flourishing bow, as if to mock his own playing, and then returned to his position against the framework. Oh, how he wished he had his partner's wind instruments to back his strings. They had been such a good pair... he was starting to severely regret taking up that stupid Dragonrider's offer. Shard blast it all. The tune he had struck up now was something that reflected his mood. Fast paced, impatient, almost angry. Needless to say, he was just a little annoyed.
Leaning against the drum tower, Zemaren angled himself so that he could continue to play, making the perfect image of relaxed enjoyment. If he could say one good thing about Selenitas Weyr, was that their Drum Heights had amazing harmonic resonation. His notes were as crisp or as soft as they needed to be but at the same time, heard exactly the way they were meant to upon creation. It probably sounded even better in the canyon below him. The Harper had yet to meet the two men who were stationed here already, Eikane and Dmitri, but he had heard some interesting things about them. They were both Wherhandlers, for one. Journeyman Eikane was a Goldhandler, in fact. How that happened was beyond Zemaren. He had never really interacted with either of the Harpers, despite all of his time at Harper hall. He only knew their names. There were also bits and pieces of gossip floating around like there normally was at a Weyr, so he paid most of what he heard very little mind.
Fingers moving almost subconsciously as he finished his song, young man slowly pulled his bow against the last chord, drawing it out to mimic the haunting body of the song. Pushing off the tower he preformed a flourishing bow, as if to mock his own playing, and then returned to his position against the framework. Oh, how he wished he had his partner's wind instruments to back his strings. They had been such a good pair... he was starting to severely regret taking up that stupid Dragonrider's offer. Shard blast it all. The tune he had struck up now was something that reflected his mood. Fast paced, impatient, almost angry. Needless to say, he was just a little annoyed.
