14.Oct.13, 06:44 PM
V’ler typically didn’t go to the Craft Hall since it was full of annoying children and people in general. Still, trips were occasionally made when he was in need of parchment and didn’t feel like making his own or didn’t have the time to do so. He was also sometimes suckered into teaching a class, which, thankfully, hadn’t been the case that day. He managed to sneak in unnoticed and grabbed a few pieces of parchment before making his way through the building for his quick escape.
Someone murdering a guitar, however, froze the Harper in his tracks. What a horrible sound! Was someone’s infant occupying themselves on one of the precious instruments? Mood suddenly soured as he thought about someone messing with his guitar that was always safely stored in his hut, V’ler went to check on who was touching things and possibly about to damage something. He frowned when a girl was spotted, hunched over the instrument and deep in thought. She seemed like she was genuinely trying to practice and get better but his musician’s ears were bleeding from the attempt all the same.
“If you’re trying to invent a new note, we don’t need it, especially one that is so pitchy and squeaky.” Just because he had been trained in the delicate art of negotiations and even teaching young children, didn’t mean V’ler practiced diplomacy on a daily basis. He had never asked his Masters to let him teach and didn’t enjoy listening to Lords bicker either. He spoke his mind and didn’t see the need to be gentle with the truth.
Someone murdering a guitar, however, froze the Harper in his tracks. What a horrible sound! Was someone’s infant occupying themselves on one of the precious instruments? Mood suddenly soured as he thought about someone messing with his guitar that was always safely stored in his hut, V’ler went to check on who was touching things and possibly about to damage something. He frowned when a girl was spotted, hunched over the instrument and deep in thought. She seemed like she was genuinely trying to practice and get better but his musician’s ears were bleeding from the attempt all the same.
“If you’re trying to invent a new note, we don’t need it, especially one that is so pitchy and squeaky.” Just because he had been trained in the delicate art of negotiations and even teaching young children, didn’t mean V’ler practiced diplomacy on a daily basis. He had never asked his Masters to let him teach and didn’t enjoy listening to Lords bicker either. He spoke his mind and didn’t see the need to be gentle with the truth.