A Mali'thill Plays A Beat.

[Cloakedsphere 1471]

Turin, a new addition to the city of Lin'everal appears to be sitting high above the water near the inn as he leans over the edge, hanging there and strumming the strings of a bronze colored wood instrument with very bright silver inlays upon it. He plucks the strings to make a small tune as he sits upon the edge for everyone nearby to hear.

 

 

 

(Spoiler for song/strings. He is not singing. Just playing the guitar notes.)

 

His hair falls over his face as a wind blows past. His robes swaying with his hair in the wind as he strums away while humming the beat to himself. 

 

(Im pretty bored and ive rarely seen anyone so I decided to partake in some forum RP with you guys instead. I encourage other high elves to reply to this if they wish. :3 )

[Samler 1565]

Seth tilts his head slightly as he quietly listen to the music, sitting on the bench at the lake with his wooden staff over his legs, waiting utin he is done.

"Karin'ayla llir, may one know for how long you have played this intrument?"

[Sporadic 2844]

Ellir's ears perk up, and she puts down the book she was reading in the inn and begins to follow the unusual music. For a moment she worries a homeless Wood Elf snuck his way into the city again, and so was relieved when she found just Seth, along with a Mali'aheral she knew but couldn't quite place.

 

She approached the couple. "maelua, It's been a while since music I have heard music through the City of the Pure. Surely it is a glorious hymn worthy of Larihei, but what warrants your plucking gets so... angry... halfway through?"

 

She sits down cross-legged, awaiting an answer patiently.

[Cloakedsphere 1471]

Turin sits idle before he slowly stops playing the instrument, brushing his hair to the side and looking up to speak.

 

"I am unsure to both of your questions, llir." he says before lowering his head and continueing playing.

 

[Samler 1565]

Seth smiles a little as he continues to play, he taps once with his wooden staff on the ground and nods. 

"I simply asked how many days you have been praticing, or years if that is so."

[Cloakedsphere 1471]

Seth smiles a little as he continues to play, he taps once with his wooden staff on the ground and nods. 

"I simply asked how many days you have been praticing, or years if that is so."

Turin sighs, strumming the beat.

 

"Just a few weeks." he says, completely in tune with the music.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.