26.Mar.12, 11:31 PM
Pleased that Jada didn’t question him further about his forgetting her name or not, Valerian continued to work on piecing it together -- though he knew he’d have to admit defeat soon enough since she wasn’t vital to studying back then – while answering other questions and following dutifully on the tour. “I was with a glass-smith named Allendris,” the man was a bit dull but he was fun to tease and carried a decent conversation when they both were in the mood to talk. It was because of that that Valerian remembered that name. If Allendris had been annoying or just not worth his time, the Harper would have ignored him and promptly forgotten the name and his existence.
He took in the information of the layout of the Weyr as it would help him later on when he explored further on his own and let Jada pile his arms with all the supplies that would help set him up. “I still compose but mostly for my own enjoyment. We’ll see how much I share with the locals,” he was certain some would be appropriate to share but most often it was random thoughts that were penned into song.
“As for instruments, I have my guitar. It was the only thing I had with me when I was secreted away.” He was glad he had that with him despite having nothing else but the clothes on his back. He had made the guitar himself several turns before but it wouldn’t have mattered who the maker was since it was a piece of his old life and a reminder of where he came from to reach the current path in life. “Did you commission one or use one of theirs? How’s the quality of instruments here?”
He took in the information of the layout of the Weyr as it would help him later on when he explored further on his own and let Jada pile his arms with all the supplies that would help set him up. “I still compose but mostly for my own enjoyment. We’ll see how much I share with the locals,” he was certain some would be appropriate to share but most often it was random thoughts that were penned into song.
“As for instruments, I have my guitar. It was the only thing I had with me when I was secreted away.” He was glad he had that with him despite having nothing else but the clothes on his back. He had made the guitar himself several turns before but it wouldn’t have mattered who the maker was since it was a piece of his old life and a reminder of where he came from to reach the current path in life. “Did you commission one or use one of theirs? How’s the quality of instruments here?”