Kashpa was pleased that it was such a good day. Sun shine, fresh air, and some time traveling between Cliffside and the weyr. She was finishing up an errand that brought her to the weyr today, not just a lesson today. She would say hello to all her friends in the crèche later, but for now she wanted to enjoy the day. Which is why she had the foresight to bring her instrument.
She looked around for a good spot where she wouldn’t be in the way, moving past the Bowl, but not that far away. There was a lake here, and a few rocks around on which a lovely little stage could be imagined. Yes, this is what she wanted. She found her own little rock and sat down on it, opening her case and retrieving her violin and bow. She took a moment to tune, and then the case was shut and she stepped onto the rock, her sturdy boots more than equal to the task of balance. She had a muted brown dress on today, nothing fancy, but Kashpa could make anything feel dignified if she put her mind to it. Or festive, which was the goal today.
One deep breath before going full tilt into a happy song, something you could dance to if you liked. And she did, of sorts. She didn’t move as much as full on dancing, but her feet moved, in time with the music. A mischievous grin was on her face, and she looked every inch the sort of fiddler that would lead a merry band of dancers around the weyr. But today she merely kept to her little stage, and was happy to have a lovely day to match the cheery tune.
Out of breath and slightly sweaty, Asayo returned at last to the main pathway that would lead him from the jungles and back to the Weyr Bowl.
He picked up jogging once the pathway became flat again, encouraged by the distant sound of falling water. It had been too fine a day to stay cooped up in the Aerie, so he had decided to explore the jungles. The only problem was, he hadn't realized just how long he had spent in there -- where he had only planned on one hour, he instead stayed for three. Not that it mattered much in the grand scheme of things, but he still had work waiting for him, and it was time he headed back.
It was then that he came in sight of the ever-enticing waterfall, and Asayo couldn't keep the smile off his face. After hours in the humidity, there was nothing he wanted more than a swim in the lake. As he began to approach its bank, he pulled off his shirt in anticipation, and reached out to his Linked. Hey, Solyash, want to join me? It's a nice day for it.
With a loud, gruff call that echoed from the tops of the trees, the large Lifewing spread his wings and soared down to meet his Linked. He touched down alongside the water's edge in a blur of black and gold -- not the most graceful landing, he had to admit. He had underestimated the slipperiness of the mud and had paid for it by getting his chest muddy. Solyash made an angry squawk and stepped gingerly around the worst of the muck.
[smear:a8a8a8]I suppose I have no choice now, just look at me. Will you get in and tell me how it feels?[/smear:ffcc00][smear:df0b00] I would hate to drag water into the Aerie if I cannot [/smear:300000]dry...properly.
It was then that he noticed the music. A most curious sound! It was a tune he had never heard of before. The Lifewing tilted his head this way and that, and then realized the sound was coming from behind him. Solyash turned smartly and the woman with the music was revealed at last.
With a pleased chirrup, he raised one leg and opened and closed his talons in one foot, similar to how a person would wave to another. His bright, red eyes fixed on her and the small instrument in her hands, but he remained silent and did not speak to her, for he did not wish to interrupt her concentration. [smear:a8a8a8]Asayo, look, there is [/smear:ffcc00][smear:df0b00]someone else [/smear:300000]here.
He had jogged the last couple of feet, as per his Lifewing's comments. He had heard the music, too, but hadn't realized it was coming from the woman by the lake. It was too good a coincidence. Asayo walked quietly up to the large bird and patted him on the wing, before taking his turn to wave at the fiddler.
"Don't mind us," he said, in a sort of whisper that wasn't a whisper at all. "Keep playing!"
Asayo tossed his shirt over his shoulder and selected a rock of his own to sit on. He began to work at unlacing his boots, and decided (a bit sadly) that it was only polite that he kept his pants on while he swam.
It was too early in the day to break anyone's heart by showing them something they couldn't have.
She continued to play, but was not completely oblivious, even as she stepped in time to the music. So when a Lifewing came into view, and gave her a little salute, she was delighted. Her mischievous grin great a little wider, and she put a little more effort in. She had heard that Lifewings were great singers themselves. She might not have a great voice, but she wanted to give the great bird a show that didn’t disappoint. A few moments later a man appeared as well.
Kashpa listened to his words, and gave a little wink in reply. Course she would keep on! Until the song was done or she couldn’t keep in step any longer. As for not minding them, well, she wanted to keep her mind on her audience, impromptu though it may be. A lovely bright bird and a man swimming, it was an interesting sight to be sure. Nothing so interesting happened at Zaran. Though there may have been more than one handsome man taking a swim in the ocean. It’s why she liked to visit the Weyr. Still close to the sea, lots of interesting and large creatures and good friends of course.
As she put more of herself into the song, she jumped down from her stage, and jumped back and forth a little in time with the tune. Forward and back, jump on a rock here, and back down there. All a little closer to the lake and her pair of audience members. She could feel the changing earth, more and more damp as she got closer, but her boots had seen much worse. Closer and closer, the song winding up, until finally she jumped onto one more rock and played the last notes of the song. She waited just a few seconds, and then lowered her bow, the violin escaping its position under her chin.
“Got a request?” She dusted the rock under her, looking relaxed the moment she was sitting on the stone. She was remarkably good at lounging. Meantime she just plucked on some of the strings, enjoying the few notes, and watched the man swim. She’d seen a lot of people swim over the years, her family was fisher and harper both. She wasn’t exactly ready to swim, so she enjoyed th harper side. Not that mister swimmer wasn’t fair sight for the eyes.