♛ 04 - Plucking

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[If you're walking through the garden, one might hear the faint plucking tunes of a stringed instrument (sounding like this), an upbeat tempo that at the same time would have been at home in a more formal occasion for a polite dance, but fit the atmosphere of the garden well if one was out for a simple stroll. 

And if one followed the sounds, they'd find Ashura seated in a small area on a large pillow, a stringed instrument in his lap, fingers plucking along with a sure familiarity, though they lacked some of the smoother grace of one who played such a thing for a profession. And sitting beside him, forgotten as he concentrated on his playing, was his journal and a feather pen, so the music was free to float through the magic system. Whoops.]

If you can, meet me in the gardens some time this afternoon, or later this evening in the library. Just let me know when you can make it.

[ooc: Journal and actiony! Taking a nice relaxing break after the big fights. Whee]

Comments

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Ashura watched him a moment, then inclined his head in acknowledgement.]

Forgiveness, for misinterpreting your reactions. I have merely.... had unpleasant dealings with some people because of the shape of my ears. 'Elf' as I have come to understand it is a long-lived creature, often works some sort of magic, and are generally... not viewed kindly.

I would rather a possible friendship not be torn asunder simply for the fact my ears are not round.

[He sighed and set aside his instrument, whispering a quiet request to the castle and an elegant bottle of scotch appearing between himself and Mat, along with two glasses.]

I know you said you were an ale sort of person, but perhaps we can meet in the middle and go for scotch?

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

Can't say someone's ears ever made much of a difference, where I'm from.

[now the Channeling...that was another matter, but he's not about to bring that up at the moment]

[considering the glasses, he'll nod and take one] Sounds like a fair trade. [holding up the glass in a salute]

T-this is so overdue *FAILS*

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[Ashura takes his own and nods his head in regard to the salute and sips lightly, setting it aside quickly in favor of the tea he already had by his side.]

Tell me about where you are from, Matt.

No worries

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

[sipping his own, he'll shrug] Isn't much to tell, really. Home is the Two Rivers, but burn me, I've seen a lot since I left there. I was maybe thinking of trying to go back there when I ended up here instead.

Re: No worries

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

No place like home?

_{[There's a fond smile on Ashura's lips, not necessarily directed at Matt so much as thoughts of his own home.]}

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

Guess not. More like they might be in a lot of bloody trouble...

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

[He sobered at that, casting a look at Matt.]

Trouble in your lands?

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Least, that's what it looked like. It's how I ended up in this light-forsaken place, actually. I was looking for answers and ended up here.

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you shall find some answers here then? At least that is what one can hope, yes?

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

Seeing as how everyone says we forget them when we get back home, don't know what good that'd do me. But Light knows it can't hurt, I guess.

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Out of curiosity, what is this 'Light' you keep referring to?

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

[eyes widening just a bit] What's the-

Why, the Creator of course!

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Creator?

_{[The brow is still up, blinking in interest.]}

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

....the one who created everything? Big power facing off against the Dark One? [kinda... staring at him in confusion. The worlds couldn't be that different... could they?]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

Ah, this Creator, this Light is your being of worship.

_{[It clicked on like a light bulb.]}

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

I guess? I mean, near enough. The Creator's the one brought us all out of the darkness and started the pattern weaving in the first place... but other than wishing for the Light to ward off the Dark One and any of his lot, I don't know if you'd really call it worshiping...

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

So he is the basis for your religion then, basically. My, what an interesting one.

[no-bloody-lord.livejournal.com]

[an uncomfortable shrug. Mat had never paid much mind to the ritual of it. It was just something everyone believed. He'll just take another sip of his whiskey]

[wishmadeinfire.livejournal.com]

<sub>[Seeing he had made the other uncomfortable, he decided to drop the topic. It was an intriguing one, but making the other uncomfortable was not worth satisfying his curiosity at the moment.

He put aside his whiskey and took up his instrument again, tuning it for a moment before beginning to pluck out a quick tune, something of a reel.]</sub>