22.Aug.19, 02:16 PM
The song Beckitt picked had a catchy tune, and it had a number of intricate sections for the harp that J’shom had fun conquering, though he felt the lyrics of the song could be improved upon. Some very easy wordplay the writer of the piece hadn’t gone in for. Beckitt was an excellent singer, even compared to a Hall trained Harper his age, so he made the words sound good even if J’shom felt the words themselves lacked the edge of cleverness that would push the song from fun to actually good. In his humble opinion, not that J’shom wrote songs for people older than ten very often, though perhaps that was what made him think so poorly on the missed wordplay.
Once they tired themselves out on the first song, they moved on to a second. That one was slower, designed to give dancers a break, but it had a solid (though not particularly complex) harp part. The lyrics of this one were also much better written, and his Little Bird sang it beautifully. The story of the song was about a young woman in a Sea Hold waiting for the man she was engaged to, who was out on a ship for months, to return so they could be married. It was a new take on a common story - most of them tended to be about a wife waiting for her husband - and it was executed well, making it an excellent example of the ‘lover at sea’ song as opposed to a tired rehashing. J’shom enjoyed it immensely, and since the harp part was straightforward enough he had more attention to spare for Beckitt’s singing.
“Phew!” J’shom said after they finished running through the entirety of a fourth song, this one a face paced dancing tune, “how does a break sound?” He absolutely could play for hours, but breaks were important, especially for singers, and J’shom didn’t want Beckitt to hurt his throat, especially since they were just playing for fun. A break sounds excellent, it means you can oil the itchy spot on my shoulder, Siolilth spoke up, addressing both of them so her request couldn’t possibly be ignored. J’shom raised an eyebrow and gave Beckitt an amused look. “Sounds like we’re moving out to the ledge. Any objections?” he asked, already standing up to head out to tend to his fussy dragon. She was lucky Beckitt liked her, honestly. Though it was cool out tonight and sitting on the ledge would be nice, and they could either keep trying new songs or just chat. Once Siolilth had gotten her itchy spots oiled, of course.
Once they tired themselves out on the first song, they moved on to a second. That one was slower, designed to give dancers a break, but it had a solid (though not particularly complex) harp part. The lyrics of this one were also much better written, and his Little Bird sang it beautifully. The story of the song was about a young woman in a Sea Hold waiting for the man she was engaged to, who was out on a ship for months, to return so they could be married. It was a new take on a common story - most of them tended to be about a wife waiting for her husband - and it was executed well, making it an excellent example of the ‘lover at sea’ song as opposed to a tired rehashing. J’shom enjoyed it immensely, and since the harp part was straightforward enough he had more attention to spare for Beckitt’s singing.
“Phew!” J’shom said after they finished running through the entirety of a fourth song, this one a face paced dancing tune, “how does a break sound?” He absolutely could play for hours, but breaks were important, especially for singers, and J’shom didn’t want Beckitt to hurt his throat, especially since they were just playing for fun. A break sounds excellent, it means you can oil the itchy spot on my shoulder, Siolilth spoke up, addressing both of them so her request couldn’t possibly be ignored. J’shom raised an eyebrow and gave Beckitt an amused look. “Sounds like we’re moving out to the ledge. Any objections?” he asked, already standing up to head out to tend to his fussy dragon. She was lucky Beckitt liked her, honestly. Though it was cool out tonight and sitting on the ledge would be nice, and they could either keep trying new songs or just chat. Once Siolilth had gotten her itchy spots oiled, of course.