He might almost have thought the Deimos was shy with the way the big man looked at the ground at the bard’s praise, but shyness didn’t seem like one of the forthright warrior’s more common traits. The drum he produced seemed better suited to his martial airs, but its beat was something a good song could always benefit by, and Jigano hummed quiet agreement with the choice for the evening.
He smiled impishly as Amalia protested, but luckily Deimos’s talents provided the perfect excuse for gift and instrument all in one. Long fingers continued to play over his harp as the mountain crafted a gleaming thing of straight lines and silvery sheen, and the bard struck a delighted arpeggio at the appearance of the triangle – and the gentle way it was handed over, fingers lingering briefly but tenderly in a way the white-haired man knows well, and is thoroughly pleased to see between Amalia and the man who has held her longing stares recently – or perhaps longer than that, out of his brotherly sight!
The drum was small but Deimos was strong, and as he began to strike upon it the slinking shadows and winking eyes upon the ground froze and then fled, his aggressively martial rhythm more than the nocturnal predators were willing to chance. When Amalia’s triangle joined in, the eyes in the branches above blinked and vanished, the metallic chime of the triangle deterring those who had come with wings and beaks to try to steal the cooking feast.
Again Deimos slipped the starting meter, but the rhythm of the song allowed for words to stretch and fill the notes, and his attention was clearly on the woman at his side. Jigano grinned as he kept the melody steady and in time with his percussionists, and Amalia met his gaze and tossed her challenge back, wrapped up and tied with a bow, no less! Longer rhymes, was it? So be it!
”One more verse!” he sang, picking up the rhythm a little faster now as his companions proved able musicians in their own rights.
”Deimos, if you’d do the honors and start us off this time?”
Almost there! The predators have been scared off, now they just need to wrap the song up and really wow Safrin!
1. Deimos
2.Amalia
3. Jigano
PQ will finish in 48 hours or when everyone has posted
He smiled impishly as Amalia protested, but luckily Deimos’s talents provided the perfect excuse for gift and instrument all in one. Long fingers continued to play over his harp as the mountain crafted a gleaming thing of straight lines and silvery sheen, and the bard struck a delighted arpeggio at the appearance of the triangle – and the gentle way it was handed over, fingers lingering briefly but tenderly in a way the white-haired man knows well, and is thoroughly pleased to see between Amalia and the man who has held her longing stares recently – or perhaps longer than that, out of his brotherly sight!
The drum was small but Deimos was strong, and as he began to strike upon it the slinking shadows and winking eyes upon the ground froze and then fled, his aggressively martial rhythm more than the nocturnal predators were willing to chance. When Amalia’s triangle joined in, the eyes in the branches above blinked and vanished, the metallic chime of the triangle deterring those who had come with wings and beaks to try to steal the cooking feast.
Again Deimos slipped the starting meter, but the rhythm of the song allowed for words to stretch and fill the notes, and his attention was clearly on the woman at his side. Jigano grinned as he kept the melody steady and in time with his percussionists, and Amalia met his gaze and tossed her challenge back, wrapped up and tied with a bow, no less! Longer rhymes, was it? So be it!
”One more verse!” he sang, picking up the rhythm a little faster now as his companions proved able musicians in their own rights.
”Deimos, if you’d do the honors and start us off this time?”
1. Deimos
2.
3. Jigano
PQ will finish in 48 hours or when everyone has posted
