05.Jul.13, 05:11 AM
As Casa crept closer, she noticed the music she heard was beautiful and perfectly on time, unlike most of the music enthusiasts around the Weyr. There weren't many who were perfect; most could carry a tune and play an instrument at least somewhat well. But she knew as soon as the song ended who it must be. B'jin had the most beautiful voice, and his fingers were deft and quick on an instrument. The guitar - for surely that song had come from a guitar - was cradled in his lap, almost protectively. She recognized it as the one he almost always used. It was a very pretty guitar.
As he turned to see her, she waved nervously. B'jin was normally one of the teachers for the traditional songs and teachings. He was a nice man, and she had nothing to fear from him. Furthermore, he didn't seem to mind that she had wandered in to listen. In fact, he was inviting her to play. Her face broke into a huge smile, and she nodded enthusiastically as she went to the wall to look at the guitars. How could she turn away guitar lessons? B'jin was the best in the weyr, hands down, and if he offered you a chance for music you just didn't say no.
She went to look at the wall of guitars and frowned. There were many options available. Some of them looked worn down and old; others looked shiny and somewhat new, but they were dusty, as if they were never used. It took her quite a while to go over the instruments that B'jin had been pondering not 10 minutes ago. As B'jin pointed to one on the wall, she gladly took it down. For her, it was slowed down - it had to be handled gingerly, after all. She was pretty sure she would be killed if anything happened to any of the instruments here, as they had so few.
Once the guitar was down off the wall, she carefully sat on the stool opposite him and brushed her soft tipped fingers over the strings. It made a soft little hum, but she cringed, wrinkling her nose softly. One or two of the strings must have been out of tune; it sounded discordant and ugly, compared to the one in B'jin's arms. "I...I think its not tuned real good," she muttered, blushing softly. "How do I fix it?"
As he turned to see her, she waved nervously. B'jin was normally one of the teachers for the traditional songs and teachings. He was a nice man, and she had nothing to fear from him. Furthermore, he didn't seem to mind that she had wandered in to listen. In fact, he was inviting her to play. Her face broke into a huge smile, and she nodded enthusiastically as she went to the wall to look at the guitars. How could she turn away guitar lessons? B'jin was the best in the weyr, hands down, and if he offered you a chance for music you just didn't say no.
She went to look at the wall of guitars and frowned. There were many options available. Some of them looked worn down and old; others looked shiny and somewhat new, but they were dusty, as if they were never used. It took her quite a while to go over the instruments that B'jin had been pondering not 10 minutes ago. As B'jin pointed to one on the wall, she gladly took it down. For her, it was slowed down - it had to be handled gingerly, after all. She was pretty sure she would be killed if anything happened to any of the instruments here, as they had so few.
Once the guitar was down off the wall, she carefully sat on the stool opposite him and brushed her soft tipped fingers over the strings. It made a soft little hum, but she cringed, wrinkling her nose softly. One or two of the strings must have been out of tune; it sounded discordant and ugly, compared to the one in B'jin's arms. "I...I think its not tuned real good," she muttered, blushing softly. "How do I fix it?"