Post by fae on Apr 23, 2008 0:32:21 GMT -6
In the midst of Spring Faeren could be found in midday in the center of the market place, doing what she did best; entertaining.
She had first contemplated many positions, or stances, to assume for entertaining the fine people of Turas Lans. Should she just claim a corner and play? Find a sturdy box to stand on and sing away. Or find some low wall to scramble her wee self onto and perch, like a bird, and herald those below. No, instead she decided to do something she doesn't quite often do. She would walk and play simultaneously. That way, everyone around the marketplace could get a chance to hear her! Oh very thoughtful of her.
So with her lovely rosewood violin having being retrieved from its confines she set it lightly upon her shoulder and struck the strings with her bow. While beginning down one road in a pastel green tunic with white slippers and red hair pulled halfway in an up do and the rest given the liberty to adorn her shoulders and her back as much as her tight ringlets pleased.
The melody was upbeat and light, it urged young men to kick up their heels and young women to pick up the hems of their skirts with an insistency on dancing. It greeted the fresh breathe of spring that promised warm weather beneath its initial weightless whisper. Fingertips dancing mostly upon the two higher strings, sometimes balancing out tones in the middle, and hardly ever trespassing onto the low D. And the lyrics that went with the song were jolly and merry, sung with a wonderful smile that even dazzled the sun,
She returned to the chorus after that and played on a while. It was a simple song with simple lyrics and a simple melody. But sometimes the simple was really sufficient enough.
She had first contemplated many positions, or stances, to assume for entertaining the fine people of Turas Lans. Should she just claim a corner and play? Find a sturdy box to stand on and sing away. Or find some low wall to scramble her wee self onto and perch, like a bird, and herald those below. No, instead she decided to do something she doesn't quite often do. She would walk and play simultaneously. That way, everyone around the marketplace could get a chance to hear her! Oh very thoughtful of her.
So with her lovely rosewood violin having being retrieved from its confines she set it lightly upon her shoulder and struck the strings with her bow. While beginning down one road in a pastel green tunic with white slippers and red hair pulled halfway in an up do and the rest given the liberty to adorn her shoulders and her back as much as her tight ringlets pleased.
The melody was upbeat and light, it urged young men to kick up their heels and young women to pick up the hems of their skirts with an insistency on dancing. It greeted the fresh breathe of spring that promised warm weather beneath its initial weightless whisper. Fingertips dancing mostly upon the two higher strings, sometimes balancing out tones in the middle, and hardly ever trespassing onto the low D. And the lyrics that went with the song were jolly and merry, sung with a wonderful smile that even dazzled the sun,
"There's a piercing wintry breeze blowing through the budding trees and I've buttoned up my coat to keep me warm. But the days are on the wind and I'm on the road again with my fiddle snuggled close beneath my arm.
I've a fine felt hat
And a strong pair of brose
I've got rosen in me pocket for me bow.
And my fiddle strings are new
And I've learned a tune or two,
So I'm well prepared to ramble and must go.
I'm as happy as a king when I catch a breathe of spring
And the grass is turning greener at winters end
And the geese are on the wing
And the thrushes start to sing
And I'm headed down the road to see my friends."
I've a fine felt hat
And a strong pair of brose
I've got rosen in me pocket for me bow.
And my fiddle strings are new
And I've learned a tune or two,
So I'm well prepared to ramble and must go.
I'm as happy as a king when I catch a breathe of spring
And the grass is turning greener at winters end
And the geese are on the wing
And the thrushes start to sing
And I'm headed down the road to see my friends."
She returned to the chorus after that and played on a while. It was a simple song with simple lyrics and a simple melody. But sometimes the simple was really sufficient enough.
