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Post by twitchie on May 30, 2012 23:23:11 GMT -4
Mae was dressed up in a man's tunic, cut and crudely sewn back together to fit her. Her hair, short and easily mistaken as a younger boy's hair, was all ruffled. There was a messy, outdoory look to the young Harper, a roughness not usually expressed so openly by a female.
She had a stringed instrument like a harp in her hands, one of her own crude creation, and her best. This piece actually had a pleasant range of tones.
Mae's fingers danced over the strings lightly, weaving a soft and airy tune. She focused on her fingers, quite inside her music.
Someone would likely bump into her, or frighten her by approuching...
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Post by Zirin on May 31, 2012 0:39:50 GMT -4
If there was one thing C’yin and his baby blue seemed to have in common, it was that they both habitually liked to stare up at the sky, though Jalith tended to comment on it more than C’yin did. Many a day was spent relaxing, both dragon and rider lost in their own thoughts. Today was no different. With their duties of the day more or less dealt with, C’yin was leaning against a rock, eyes closed in thought, with Jalith curled up next to him.
A sound reached his ears, a soft tune that almost sounded familiar, but was different enough that he didn’t quite know it. He listened for a moment, still not opening his eyes, and after hearing the pattern of the song began humming along, his deep voice adding a pleasant harmony to her tune. It wouldn’t be surprising if the sound of his voice surprised the young girl, she probably couldn’t see them behind the rock, but such a thought never crossed his mind, too intent on the music to think of much else.
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Post by twitchie on May 31, 2012 0:52:24 GMT -4
Mae jerked her head up, finger slipping and striking an odd string. The instrument vibrated as she looked around...
A voice... was humming along?
Hurriedly, her fingers went back to plucking the strings, and the little Harper strained to her the mysterious addition.
Carefully, the harpish item perched in her elbow and rested on her chest, Mae crept to the rock. She was puzzled, almost missing notes in the song.
Who was that?
Noone had really ever sung or hummed along with her, and Mae was oh so curious.
" Oh, Tongue, give sound to joy and sing
Of hope and promise on dragonwing."
Mae let the words flow and she perked around the corner of rock, spying a dragon and weyrling.
"Who are you?"
C'yin might laugh at the tomboy. Her hair may have been brushed recently, but was tousled and wild. Her cloths were very much a man's wear, leather tunic and boots.
Mae liked it. This outfit was always ready for adventures, never unprepared!
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Post by Zirin on May 31, 2012 1:14:55 GMT -4
Ah now there was something he recognized the words to. C’yin easily switch from humming to singing the words alongside the girl. Jalith moved his gaze away from the sky to watch His curiously. C’yinMine, why is it you sing? The blue’s eyes whirled with curiosity as he regarded his rider. It’s fun, silly. C’yin’s mental answer was short and sweet, his focus taken completely by the music as he added vibrated to his notes. Though he was never truly harper trained, the boy had a natural knack for music and enjoyed any opportunities he had to sing.
“Who am I? I am but a simple weyrling, out to enjoy a day in the sun.” He replied, a smile on his face as he glanced over at the girl with a smile. “I’m Cayin.. or.. well C’yin now I suppose. But what’s in a name, right?” He reached over to scratch at Jalith’s chin, smiling as the blue made his own observations about the newcomer.
“You have lovely playing, I hope I didn’t interrupt pretty lady,” he grinned again, stretching back lazily.
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Post by twitchie on May 31, 2012 1:36:58 GMT -4
Mae smiled, intently listening as the boy sang, well man rather.
This was fun, no one really had ever sung along with her. It was... thrilling and joyful all together.
"I'm Mae- wait."
Again her fingers faltered, ugh she needed to practice her focus!
"You said your name was...Cayin-i mean C'yin. Do you know... perhaps... Rintar? I was raised in Trelis and once or twice visited by my uncle... I heard... whispers that I had a half brother around here but..."
She trailed off feeling dumb for blabbering like a child. She should have waited to ask, but the thought of a family member was too wonderful.. too tempting!
"I hope you don't mind me asking, C'yin..."
Mae's eyes met C'yin's, oh! They... their eyes matched!!
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Post by Zirin on May 31, 2012 2:12:56 GMT -4
“Cayin’s fine… I keep forgetting the honourific,” He grinned up at her, completely unphased by her question. He cocked his head to the side, his glass earring reflecting the light of the sun as he moved. “Aye, Rintar’s my uncle. Taught me how to raise the runners.” He replied lazily, not catching the connection between himself and Mae. Of course, he had been away from the Weyr for quite some time, so it was likely that his uncle just hadn’t known about a half-sister at the time.
“I suppose I owe him a visit one of these days…” Of course, he wouldn’t be able to do that until Jalith was older; as a weyrling he couldn’t leave his dragon alone for too long just yet. Of course, C’yin had no interest in being apart from his blue if he could help it. Lehr, his tiny white firelizard, poke his head out from behind C’yin’s neck and chirped a shy greeting at the girl.
“Oh I don’t mind at all, Mae was it? A pretty name for a pretty girl.” He grinned up at her again and patted the ground, silently asking if she wanted to join him. “So you know Rintar huh? Nice guy, raised me like a son, you know, since my old man didn’t.”
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Post by twitchie on May 31, 2012 2:22:10 GMT -4
Mae was still smiling, though her eye brows crinkled when Cayin ignored her, not didn't follow her.
She scooted to sit next to him, thinking of how she'd explain what she meant
"I think.... we are related. I don't know Rintar all that well, but he's my uncle. I was raised here in Trelis, by really everyone. Not the.. best but better than some."
She poked the man in the ribs, wondering what he'd do. At worst, it would tickle since it was a cautious poke.
"I think you are a sibling of mine, though pity; I have no idea who my parents are..."
Maybe this time she was clear enough??
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Post by Zirin on May 31, 2012 5:09:33 GMT -4
“Eh… it’s possible,” C’yin finally clued into what she was saying; it was hard not to when she said it so bluntly. He looked her over, she couldn’t be more than fourteen or fifteen… she would have been pretty young when he left the crèche and moved to Apollo for his first apprenticeship. Yeah, it made sense that he had never seen her before.
“Welcome to the family I guess then,” He shrugged. To C’yin, family relations didn’t mean a whole lot; he loved his uncle for raising him, of course, but he had stopped caring about who his father and mother might be long ago. He had his own life and he had already shown he didn’t need them. Still, having a step sister was a rather pleasant surprise, all in all.
“Eh, such is the life of the Weyrborn.” He yawned and scratched at Jalith again. You do not care for family? C’yin gave a mental shrug. He had picked up on the art of silent communication rather easily. “If Rintar is your uncle we must have the same father. I don’t remember his name, but Rintar would know it. Don’t expect much though, he’s probably not at the Weyr. You’ve lasted this long without knowing right? Does it really matter anyways?”
He quirked an eyebrow as she poked him in the sides. It was so gentle he almost didn't notice it, in fact if he hadn't been looking at her he would have been oblivious to the touch. Lucky for him, C'yin was not a sensitive fellow; pain was something he rarely felt and tickling him was near impossible. Cocking his head to the side, he poked her back.
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Post by twitchie on May 31, 2012 23:41:26 GMT -4
Mae nodded, hoping her disappointment didn't show. Cayin, her half-brother, didn't react how she'd expected... but then again it must be a shock...
She picked at a loose thread on the hem of her tunic, chewing her lip quietly. As Cayin poked her, Mae's blue eyes glittered, smiling again. He was a... comfortable stranger. You didn't have to know the man well to like him.
"Well, I guess I should... go... Thank you for your time. And.. you have a wonderful voice by the way..."
Surely Cayin had other things to get busy with, although Mae didn't really want to leave...
She glanced at Jalith, smiling at the blue. She'd like a dragon one day... perhaps...
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Post by Zirin on Jun 1, 2012 0:27:31 GMT -4
“I’m sad our meeting has to be cut short,” C’yin said, his voice genuine. His grin grew as she complimented his voice; he truly did love singing. It was a shame he had been unable to stay in the harpercraft. Well, no matter, he loved his glasswork more than harpering and wouldn’t change his past for anything in all of Pern. “Thank you, but my voice would be nothing if not for your beautiful playing.” He grinned at her again.
Jalith watched her as she moved, but the blue wasn’t the type to freely talk to just anyone. Instead he merely inclined his head at Mae, in his own form of draconic farewell.
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