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1. [DL-W] Play a Little Song for Me
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Date: Tue, 19 Apr 2005 22:34:53 -0400
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-W] Play a Little Song for Me
Day 16
Afternoon
Analise stiffened as she recognized the gruff voice. She had been to
court and about the Lands and knew much of the gossip concerning this
man. Ash was a name that was feared by many and still uttered in
hushed
tones. His appearance at the warren was believed by many to not be
coincidence, coming just before the arrival of Prince Reolden for Ari's
coming of age ball.
[SNIP]
"As with most things, you lose it through lack of practice," he said.
"I
harped in the Wastes for years, when the only listener was myself and
my
dragon. I suppose you could say the audience was... biased."
[END SNIP]
"Ah..." Was his mention of the wastes meant to intimidate her?
Analise
wouldn't rise to the bait, going instead to the safer subject
mentioned.
"Well, practice is the only way to improve. Of course practice doesn't
always mean one will become more than proficient. Some people are born
with talent, others only aspire to it." She muttered as she caught
sight of Nerika making her way across the green.
She turned to look more closely at Ash, her eyes narrowing in an
appraising gaze. He looked unarmed and well-dressed and she hoped that
meant he was only here for the entertainment, and was not here to cause
any trouble. "Perhaps sometime you could play for the warren. I'm
always looking for talented individuals to entertain in the evenings.
I'm sure you must have plenty of tales to tell?" Her question hung
between them, almost a challenge.
"Tales that would... chill you to the bone," Ash replied evenly and saw
her flinch as her imagination filled in some of the possibilities.
"But
I am not sure how long I will be allowed to stay."
"Yes, you have imposed on Merissa and she would never throw out a
dragonrider -- unless he were to show himself to be a danger to the
warren and its people..." Analise smiled a thin-lipped smile as she
asked sweetly, "You aren't a threat to the peace of this warren, are
you, Ash?"
[TAG: Allen, Analise is shrewd, and though she's never outwardly
approved of her daughter's being the warrenlady, she will protect her
own. She could also be a very valuable ally.]
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After the crowd had settled into their seats and the meal was well
underway, Analise made her way down the open center isle, smiling to
the
left and to the right, as she passed the dignitaries that she knew
either by association or by name.
The players had finished their last piece and caught a signal from the
Master Bard. They quickly cleared the stage. Analise flowed up the
stairs as if floating on air to stand gracefully on the dais. All
heads
had followed her as she had ascended, yet she still stood as if waiting
to gather everyone's attention.
"I hope everyone is enjoying their luncheon?" Analise smiled
graciously.
"I have prepared a few simple ensembles for your pleasure as you dine.
So, please, sit back, enjoy your meal, and let me entertain you." She
bowed at the applause and settled herself before a harp that had been
set up on the stage; her long velvet skirts flowing around her. She
flipped her long blonde hair back behind her shoulders and closed her
eyes a moment, before her long, graceful fingers caressed the strings,
eliciting harmonies that spoke achingly to the soul.
It was hot. She shouldn't have worn the velvet. She could feel sweat
trickling down her forehead and between her breasts. But she wouldn't
break her concentration and played on. There was an annoying light
that
kept reflecting in her eyes, and she wondered if someone's jewelry was
catching the sunlight just so as to cause the glinting reflection. It
annoyed her, yet outwardly she would not show anything.
Her first piece ended with a flourish and applause erupted, to her
delight. She bowed and reached for a handkerchief and glass of water
before beginning her next. The light was there again, flashing on her.
She simply closed her eyes to it and played on.
[TAG: Eddie... where is Gob and does he have J'red's spyglass?]
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Summary:
Day 16
Afternoon
Analise spars verbally with Ash, warning him not to cause any trouble.
As the meal begins, Analise takes the stage and begins her part of the
recital. She is annoyed by the heat and a reflection.
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Respectfully submitted by:
Arlene E. Jacobs
AKA
Analise, Master Bard.
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