♛ 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]

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>