Performance at Gar
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walk along the path, you find yourself near the center of the valley. Situated
. This lake is named for its clarity. At nearly 100
feet deep, things can still be seen as if they were closer! Unfortunately,
this is also a danger, as one has trouble gauging depth, so swimmers beware! A
natural spring feeds the lake from underneath, keeping it a nice 80 degrees,
even in the winter, though it can get much warmer in the summer. A gathering
area has been cleared and covered with sand. It is a winter midmorning.
You see fire pit and Gar lake monster here. Liesana, Tierza, Lynar, Natch, and
Sadahl are here.
Liesana and Tierza and heads in their direction. "Lollygaging?" she
makes his way into Gar Hold, near Kirsyn, muttering something about, "
Um, do we have to sing?" Gulp. " Could I, you know, just hum in the
background. Or make a do-do-do kind of noise? Singing isn't really my
thing." Not that it really matters. Sadahl /will/ sing. And that's the end
says, "Not really, Natch.. just finishing up for the day's festivities.
This is the harper and her troupe, I hope the music will please you."
Natch has been even more unusual then ever, and who knows what may set her off.
"Is there anything else you can think of that we might need? I know the
food is set in the dining hall."
in the least, Holder" assures Liesana with an easy smile and another pat to
her gitar. "Just waiting for my audience to appear before I start my
tuning... Sadahl! Kirsyn, over here!" Apprentices have been
spotted, and are apparently about to be marshaled into place.
grins at Sadahl, might as well be a dear and humor him. "No, that's
fine, you can play a note or two and /I'll/ sing," she adds with a
wink. "Unfair to make a Harper 'prentice sing if they don't want to,
wouldn't you know?" is added as Kirsy rustles out her skirts and lets out
her hair. Now it's wavy, and /that/, dear friends, was the reason for the
the freshly cut camellias out to Tierza, taking one last large
breath of the fragrance as she sends them on their way. "It was time to
prune, anyway," she uses as an excuse to bring them here. Tierza's choice
of dress doesn't go unnoticed, but Natch doesn't comment, just gives the details
of the red dress close attention.
walks in from the Hold Field.
marches up beside Liesana, holding his gitar lopsidedly against his hip.
" Um, maybe singing is a better idea." He turns beet-red, glancing at
the crowd forming about them. Then smiles. Smiles will make it all better Tierza
flushes under Natch's scrutiny and accepts the flowers.. "Umm, maybe I
should put these in water?" They are lovely, even if they aren't yellow
roses. But Natch wouldn't dream of pruning those, the gardener is sure.
lollygagging. Nope. Not even. He strides in, head tilted downwards,
jaw working - obviously thinking, mulling over some equation or dilemma. Lynnie
glances up, once, gazing after the small crowd gathering with much apprehension.
Tie - noted
in that stunning red dress - is plucked out of the crowd in his eyes. A smile
softens his face, and he strides in that direction, observing the harpers and
the holders with slight curiosity. "Hi there, beautiful," the
stableman whispers to Tierza as he stops just behind her.
grins at the arriving apprentices, and pats seats to either side of her
on her log, the senior journeywoman clad in her standard casually-conservative
breeches, blouse and vest. "It's really not that bad," she
assures them both. "Just remember that we're the only Harpers in the
crowd. Folks will be so pleased to hear music they likely shan't notice if
you muff a note or three."
giggles and turns toward Sadahl. "Well, if you think about it,"
notes with a grin, "It does sound like the easier idea. /I/
certainly want to sing...ah, not too good with a gitar yet, m'self," she
notes with a faint blush. Kirsy, blushing? Err, you didn't see that.
wanders down to the lake toting along a basket of cookies. "Good day,
Gar!" she greets everyone, placing the sugar cookies in a central location
for all to grab. "How goes, how goes?" A cookie for herself is nibbled
on as she wanders around to the others.
flushes as Ly whispers and grins. "Hey yourself." Her eyes sweep an
appreciative glance over his taste in garb for the day. "Are you entering
any of the contests?
to check out the offerings on Rikaeli's platter, looking like she's
trying to determine what might have poison more than what might taste good.
down on the other side of Liesana. " If you say so," he replies
softly, placing the gitar on his knee. " Um, maybe you'll want to play
this." He offers it to Liesana, and ahems. " Maybe I can sing alright after all."
flounces in from the Hold Field.
pauses, and definitely has that deer-in-the-headlights look. Good thing
he's behind her... "Contests?" is wanly queried. "I-- ah-- guess
not." He pauses, doesn't miss a beat, and wraps an arm around her waist,
walking a diagonal to stand next to her. "You?" A flashed smile
pats at her own gitar. "How about I offer a compromise?" she
soothingly to the pair of twitchy apprentices.
"You can sing, Kirsyn, I'll take the main instrumental line on /my/ gitar,
and you, Sadahl, can add backup notes
in your own
instrument wherever you feel comfortable. Will that do?"
grins at Natch and enticingly waves the cookie in front of the Holder, "I
made sure the kidlets didn't get to /these/. And my newest mentee, Bellynne,
should be coming out with someone goodies later."
watches the harpers intently.. not knowing word one about the how the
craft actually works, she loves the by-play of apprentice to journeyman.
"I'm a judge silly, I couldn't enter." Besides, she's not about to get
this dress dirty.. No chance.
at Rikaeli, finally deciding it's not a waste of sweetener to use it
for a small gathering. She reaches for one as she nods "We shall see
what kind of baker you've taken on."
nods, placing his gitar back on his lap, fingers placed into a somewhat
proper position. " Sounds good," he says. " So I'll just play,
like, a few notes of the tune or something?" He sits back on the log,
glaring at the bright, rising sun. " I think I can do that."
over to the other Harpers at a near run with her fiddle, throwing her
self into a chair and waving at the others. "Heyo. You don't think you're
getting away with instrumentals by /yourself/, do you Lies?" A slight
finger wiggle goes to Sadahl, "Hi there. new to the craft?" A wink to Kirsyn, "Getting
along well?" All this is said as she plucks at a few strings to test tuning
of the little fiddle.
could about hug Liesana right now. "Ah yes, /singing/, now /that's/
something I can do," she says with a light laugh. "I can sing
fairly well...where would you like me to stand?" is asked with a tilt of
the head, setting her belongings to the side so as not to be laden down by
baggage. "I do think so, Mimi."
a convenient rock to use as a seat and takes it to eat her cookie.
waves with a flick of his fingers at the skipping Mimi. " Yes " he
admits, pausing to look down at his gitar. " Nice to meet you," he
adds, softly, while trying to get the nerve to play.
new kids actually, Mims," allows Liesana to the senior apprentice
just appeared. "Sadahl, Kirsyn, meet Mimi. She's a senior
apprentice, and /might/ just make Journeyman within the turn, if we can keep her
Journeyman Jeranium's undershorts again... Or was that someone else?"
An absent look, before the ranking Harper of the group lifts her gitar to her
lap and begins the opening chords of an old ballad.
quietly chuckles. "I suppose that that makes sense," is said amiably.
smothers a slight yawn, and reluctantly unwinds his arm from around his
beloved. "I'm going to go grab a cookie," he murmurs, sliding out to
snag a few from the basket. Chewing thoughtfully on one, he swallows and grins
at the Baker, before sliding back, proffering a cookie to Tie.
in from the Hold Field.
shifts the armful of flowers the Natch ever-so-graciously handed her.
"Aren't they.. lovely?" is offered to Ly, or anyone for that matter..
Freeing one hand from the bounteous bouquet, she garbs the cookie.." Good
Riki.." Muffled through a full mouth.
at the pair of newer apprentices and raises her eyebrows at
Lies, "Might I?" Oh, what pleasant news. A slight cough, "That is
classified information, Liesana." Who stole Jeranium's undershorts...Of
course it was Mimi.
"Yes, nice to meet you too, mm-hm. Don't listen to anything Lies tells you
about me. Unless it's good. Then listen." She giggles and quiets a bit
before wielding her bow and pulling it across the fiddle to match Lies' chords.
pauses and coughs. "Err, perhaps a short one? I don't know all
many Harper Ballads," she admits with a sheepish grin and faint blush.
"How about 'Drummer, beat?'" is asked rather quietly. "I
mean...I just know it, and
can't be too bad at singing it, no?"
beams at Lynar and Tie. "Thank you, thank you." The bakerlet backs up
find a nice log to sit on and listen to the music and nibble on her cookie
while chatting with one of the residents.
polishing off his second one. "Beautiful," he remarks, gazing at the
flowers, then up at Tie. Smile deepening, dimples pop before he shifts to eye
the Harpers out of the corner of his eye.
lips curl into a cheerful grin. " Yea, do that one, Kirsyn. We just
went over it in one of my classes -" he pauses, shoulders turning into
rounded shrug, " So I kind of know it alright."
hehes softly and turns to Liesana with a bit of a 'come-what-may' sort of
grin, before continuing. "Ah, give me a few notes to start?"
she pleads, adjusting her skirt and sweat- er, glistening like a pig.
Mmmhm. Looking at
the crowd, Kirsy shoves down a gulp and she turns. "Uh."
ponders a moment, her fingers continuing to weave an easy melody. And
then she nods, fingers jumping swiftly to a new chord and key.
"Certainly, Kirsyn," she agrees. "You're the main
performer, so we're simply here to make
you look good, no?" Mimi then gets a knowing smirk. Oh Liesana
knew where the undershorts went. Liesana just enjoys seeing the elderly
Harper pranked as much as anyone.
says, "If anyone wishes, I could start a sand building contest. Even you
harpers are welcome to join in. You need to keep the theme Garish, is the only
rule." She grins, it is a Gar party after all. "And I might be able to
with a prize for the most creative in that theme."
walks in from the Hold Field.
coughs, belatedly nodding to Mimi and starting to sing the tune in a
voice that's quite not the-best-quality on Pern, but isn't that bad in its own
right. "Drummer beat, and piper, blow," she starts, standing
tall, the first line sung. "Harper, strike, and soldier, go."
finishes her cookie, wipes crumbs gracefully from her hands and tunic then
sits cross armed to listen to the harpers, her face blank of emotions.
smiles at Natch
at Kirsyn, "No prob, babe." Fiddle is gently played to back up the
gitar without taking over. Hey, Kir can sing better than Mimi, that's for
certain. But, no, Mimi's not the worst singer on Pern. So, yeah, that's good.
lips purse at the smiling stranger and she looks away.
brushes some sweat from his forehead - it's because it's hot out, not
because he's nervous or anything. He watches Kirsyn, steadily, trying to find a
beat before playing a single note. Twang. Well, that didn't turn out too
looks down shyly, slightly downcast by a fruitless attempt to make a
. Janicka begins to drum her fingers on her thigh to the beat.
pulls her legs up on the tree stump, eating at her cookie as her head
slowly bobs in time with the music. Lovely day, yes, yes. Chilly, but not cold,
like Istan winters are. Wonder where Laria's off to. The kitchen should be able
to survive without her. Her appies should get out more.
somewhat constrained to simplicity by the need to keep a pace the
apprentices can follow, is left with concentration enough to spare to glance
about at the gathering crowd, smiling here and there at faces she recognizes as
her fingers weave accompaniment to Kirsyn's singing, a set rhythm evocative of
the drumbeats and hammer blows of preparation for Fall.
in from the Hold Field.
somewhat placidly, the muscles of her face not pulled as taut as
says, "If any want, the sand is right there and the theme is merely gar..
and yes, I've a prize to gift to the winner." Shy smile at the attendees.
not like she hasn't planned parties before, but she is oddly distracted for some
reason. Awkwardly added is a last comment "I hope you will all try,
the flame and sear the grasses," Kirsyn continues, voice lower with the
old traditions. This song has always oddly pleased the girl, essentially
because of it's marvelous beat and rhythm. "Till the dawning Red Star
finished, Kirsyn makes an oddly embarrassed curtsy. There. She's
right? Unless they ask her to sing another...wince.
out the rhythm, boot heel rising and falling to the brisk song. He
claps for the apprentice, grin in place, and eyes for kidlets that are sure to
rush out for the sandweyr building.
quite pleased with the easier goings of things. A break for the hard
*cough* working senior appy. The end of the song is drawn slowly from the
fiddle. "Lovely, Kirsy, dear. Splendid," commends Miz with a tapping
of her foot
applause, since her hands are otherwise occupied.
looks divided between wanting to build a sandweyr or to stay and listen
to the fantastic music the apprentices were performing
just slightly as she watches a small group of children start working
on a sand weyr.
air, the lake smells, the end of this song. Sadahl loves all the
wonderful things about this day. " That was beautiful, Kirsyn. Sing louder
next time. It might cover up my playing," he cackles, showing the whites of
teeth, then he claps softly.
works about as hard as a bowl of tapioca pudding, but Liesana won't
be commenting. Instead, she echoes the verse of the song a final time as
a closing bridge and then draws to a finish. "Well done,"
she congratulates. "I believe I didn't sound half so well my first
time performing. But if you want to enter in the sandweyr competition, go
on ahead. I'll take my turn at singing next."
enters, his brown firelizard, Lok, on his shoulder. "Hello all! I'm Ralos,
and I'm(hopefully)here to enter the sandcastle contest! This IS where the
contest is right?" Ralos says, just as he notices a performance going on.
Really sorry for interrupting." He blushes and starts watching.
applauds the harpers best she can with flowers still in tow. "Hey easy
Simone, there is plenty of sand for everyone, no need to grab Isik's away from
blushes. "You really think so?" is asked of both Mimi and
she jumps off the stage. "I shouldn't sing another, though.
might detract from the other wonderful players..." Mmmb.
Someone would have to force her to sing
this point. "I'd enter but...I hafta go. Like, right now!"
Reason is left not to be said, but still.
simply nods toward the sand and working builders as she claps for the
fingers stray for the warmth of sand, but he then glances at Liesana,
offering bravely, " I think I'll play one more song, I just want to
practice performing in front of other people." And just practice. His
fingers hardly have playing
calluses on them yet, after all.