12.Aug.19, 07:06 PM
Beckitt smiled as he felt Siolith brush the edges of his mind while he waited at the door. He liked the green and her willful personality even if it did sometimes inconvenience her rider. The smile brightened as J’shom opened the door and invited him in.
“Hi, J’shom,” Kitt replied brightly as he stepped inside. He tried not to dwell on how happy that nickname made him. J’shom had been one of the first to compare him to a songbird. It made sense given his aptitude for melodies and quick ear. He couldn’t remember exactly when the nicknames had taken off, but J’shom’s secretly pleased him the most.
“I heard you couldn’t make it to the Gather, so I brought some of it back for you.” He held up the notebook in illustration of his point with a grin. “I haven’t had a chance to copy them out properly, but I figured if you had time we might be able to run through one or two?”
He greeted Siolith politely while J’shom thumbed through the marked pages. He’d made notes of the instruments played with each song. Beckitt was only passably competent with a few instruments, and abysmal on the drums, but he made up for it with his perfect pitch and wide vocal range, but he always liked to credit the original intention of the composer. “A few were purely instrumental--for the dances--but I did my best to get the melodies for those, or at least a name for the song and who played it so you can inquire about it with the hall if you like any of them.”
“Hi, J’shom,” Kitt replied brightly as he stepped inside. He tried not to dwell on how happy that nickname made him. J’shom had been one of the first to compare him to a songbird. It made sense given his aptitude for melodies and quick ear. He couldn’t remember exactly when the nicknames had taken off, but J’shom’s secretly pleased him the most.
“I heard you couldn’t make it to the Gather, so I brought some of it back for you.” He held up the notebook in illustration of his point with a grin. “I haven’t had a chance to copy them out properly, but I figured if you had time we might be able to run through one or two?”
He greeted Siolith politely while J’shom thumbed through the marked pages. He’d made notes of the instruments played with each song. Beckitt was only passably competent with a few instruments, and abysmal on the drums, but he made up for it with his perfect pitch and wide vocal range, but he always liked to credit the original intention of the composer. “A few were purely instrumental--for the dances--but I did my best to get the melodies for those, or at least a name for the song and who played it so you can inquire about it with the hall if you like any of them.”