Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Sept 4, 2012 13:54:20 GMT -8
T’kar laughed. As it happened, he had several party stories, the true trick would be determining which one qualified as sharable. He knew for a fact which ones weren’t sharable, at least, not in the presence of a woman, but as to one that was sharable…
“Well, there was the time when, all in jest you understand…” T’kar paused, hesitating. The story really was best told from the beginning. The music was starting to wind down, the Harpers obviously seeking a break. It wasn’t surprising, the twirling dance that they’d started playing, full of flourishes, would have probably worn them out.
“I should really start it at the beginning. There was a conference of the Weyrleaders and Weyrwomen, and Telgar Weyr was hosting it. Well, a little ways into the party, Weyrleader M’ver got completely drunk, it was amazing he could stand up, frankly, and…” T’kar continued the story, which had a great many highlights, not least of which was M’ver propositioning the head cook and getting hit in the nose with a ladle, although the part where the man had tried to dance backwards and ended up causing a domino effect of a sort among the nearby Lord Holders was pretty funny too.
By the story’s end, which came later than it might have for the story had often been interrupted for T’kar to browse on some nearby food item, people were starting to call for the Harpers to return. Shooting Lithena a grin, T’kar joined in the calls. He could just see the front of the stage, when one of the Harpers was suddenly tossed up onto it.
T’kar’s eyebrows drew together slightly. The Harper apprentice who’d just appeared on stage looked a lot like… One of the other Harpers made an announcement then, that Alyga Murlan had agreed to sing for the festivities, and T’kar’s mouth dropped open. Certainly, his half-sister had a beautiful voice, and he’d tried often enough to get her to sing to others, but that he knew of, her only regular audiences had been himself and his dragon.
Thinking of Anclanath brought the RR Flame’s attention, and T’kar felt Ancalanath look out through his eyes, listening with his ears, as the song began… three times. T’kar didn’t even realize that he was holding his breath; his whole attention was focused on Alyga, as though he could somehow will her to open her mouth and sing.
Come on Alyga, he silently urged. As if in response to his thoughts (though he knew that wasn’t possible, it was still how it seemed), Alyga’s voice found the tune and words. The first line was squeaked, the whole first verse not as good as it could have been, but the remainder… T’kar felt the music sweep him up in the story, and he’d heard the song before. He knew what to expect.
He listened, trapped in the story until the song came to an end, then exploded with a cheer, leading the applause.
Alyga, Little-One, you sang beautifully. Listen, the crowd applauds. They like your song, they can tell that you wrote it with feeling. Ancalanath didn’t just speak, he knew that the little one would need more than that, so he backed his words with all the confidence and friendship that he could fit behind them.
Your brother says to tell you the same, and that he is proud of you, Ancalanath added.
“Well, there was the time when, all in jest you understand…” T’kar paused, hesitating. The story really was best told from the beginning. The music was starting to wind down, the Harpers obviously seeking a break. It wasn’t surprising, the twirling dance that they’d started playing, full of flourishes, would have probably worn them out.
“I should really start it at the beginning. There was a conference of the Weyrleaders and Weyrwomen, and Telgar Weyr was hosting it. Well, a little ways into the party, Weyrleader M’ver got completely drunk, it was amazing he could stand up, frankly, and…” T’kar continued the story, which had a great many highlights, not least of which was M’ver propositioning the head cook and getting hit in the nose with a ladle, although the part where the man had tried to dance backwards and ended up causing a domino effect of a sort among the nearby Lord Holders was pretty funny too.
By the story’s end, which came later than it might have for the story had often been interrupted for T’kar to browse on some nearby food item, people were starting to call for the Harpers to return. Shooting Lithena a grin, T’kar joined in the calls. He could just see the front of the stage, when one of the Harpers was suddenly tossed up onto it.
T’kar’s eyebrows drew together slightly. The Harper apprentice who’d just appeared on stage looked a lot like… One of the other Harpers made an announcement then, that Alyga Murlan had agreed to sing for the festivities, and T’kar’s mouth dropped open. Certainly, his half-sister had a beautiful voice, and he’d tried often enough to get her to sing to others, but that he knew of, her only regular audiences had been himself and his dragon.
Thinking of Anclanath brought the RR Flame’s attention, and T’kar felt Ancalanath look out through his eyes, listening with his ears, as the song began… three times. T’kar didn’t even realize that he was holding his breath; his whole attention was focused on Alyga, as though he could somehow will her to open her mouth and sing.
Come on Alyga, he silently urged. As if in response to his thoughts (though he knew that wasn’t possible, it was still how it seemed), Alyga’s voice found the tune and words. The first line was squeaked, the whole first verse not as good as it could have been, but the remainder… T’kar felt the music sweep him up in the story, and he’d heard the song before. He knew what to expect.
He listened, trapped in the story until the song came to an end, then exploded with a cheer, leading the applause.
Alyga, Little-One, you sang beautifully. Listen, the crowd applauds. They like your song, they can tell that you wrote it with feeling. Ancalanath didn’t just speak, he knew that the little one would need more than that, so he backed his words with all the confidence and friendship that he could fit behind them.
Your brother says to tell you the same, and that he is proud of you, Ancalanath added.