18.Mar.13, 10:19 PM
It had been a long day, he was proud of his work, and the last thing that he wanted to do was deal with any confusion or additional rejection. But there was indeed confusion, and the Harper Master seemed surprised, and perhaps angry - yes, angry, by the words he'd just used.
"Who you calling a kid?", he called back, and turned to look. He took note of the man's size and stature. "Oh.", he answered his own question with a dejected look.
There was a gaggle of girls talking and giggling about something or other. His ears couldn't help but pick up a few key words like 'paper' and 'murder', and he couldn't help but give a glance in their direction. As he did so, he realized that it was probably all gossip and speculation, and that those girls were way above his level, anyways. He didn't want to know what they were saying anymore.
The man was holding out the harp to him now, and he instinctively reached to take it. When he had taken it, he realized that he was now back where he started, and taking the harp back was the wrong thing to do. He tried to hand it back, until he heard the words the man was saying. And then he huddled it close to his chest and frowned.
"A harp? Why don't you want to take the harp-er, present? The Wherry had it custom built for you with painstaking details. Why don't you you try it out then, see how your fingers like it and maybe you will change your mind?", he was still very, very confused, but convinced that he was right. And besides, insisting that he was right took far less energy than figuring out what was going on.
"Who you calling a kid?", he called back, and turned to look. He took note of the man's size and stature. "Oh.", he answered his own question with a dejected look.
There was a gaggle of girls talking and giggling about something or other. His ears couldn't help but pick up a few key words like 'paper' and 'murder', and he couldn't help but give a glance in their direction. As he did so, he realized that it was probably all gossip and speculation, and that those girls were way above his level, anyways. He didn't want to know what they were saying anymore.
The man was holding out the harp to him now, and he instinctively reached to take it. When he had taken it, he realized that he was now back where he started, and taking the harp back was the wrong thing to do. He tried to hand it back, until he heard the words the man was saying. And then he huddled it close to his chest and frowned.
"A harp? Why don't you want to take the harp-er, present? The Wherry had it custom built for you with painstaking details. Why don't you you try it out then, see how your fingers like it and maybe you will change your mind?", he was still very, very confused, but convinced that he was right. And besides, insisting that he was right took far less energy than figuring out what was going on.