The harpist's arias (solo)

[Ginchoeri]

First of Winter, 511 AV

Gin looked around, she was in front of her tent on the outskirts of the encampment. She clutched her harp close to her making sure no one was really paying attention. She didn't want to disturb others, it was a little early in the morning, the sun was just up over the horizon painting the sky pinks and oranges as she sat there. A calm breeze rustled the grass as if to whisper something. She had let her hood fall to her back, letting the chill of the winter air caress and bite at her pale skin and white hair.

Gin grabbed an l shaped tool out of her bag and plucked the first of her many strings, there was a notch in her tool which she placed over the peg of her string, it was slightly flat so she only lightly tightened to string and plucked til she knew it was at the right. The next string was a little sharp when she plucked it. This time she lossened it only slightly. She repeated the process of tightening flat strings and loosening sharp strings until she got to her high C. when she finished she went back to make sure that all her adjustments hadn't nocked the other strings back out of tune.

After she finish even the tiniest adjustments she resituated herself to get comfortable again and took a deep breath brushing her fingers across all the strings lightly. Gin smiled, she loved her harp more then anything, everything associated with is was pleasent memories. Her mother's smile and beautiful voice. Her own giggles and bout's of laughter while dancing with her father. Distant memories that otherwise would be covered in sorrow for the loss of them. But now she didn't think about their parting, she thought about all the beautiful songs they sang together and tried to choose one she remembered well other than the one she always sang.

[Ginchoeri]

Gin looked around to see if she could find any inspiration as she playfull plucked at her strings, playing a rythem that seemed to mimic the sound of rain falling. She hummed sweetly and tried to think of words to sing that went with the drizzle like harmony. She smiled as her finger's automatically seemed to add color tough sometimes it seem like the wrong kind, going to low or to high, but she didn't really care, she was improvising so to speak and she liked it. Her fingers kept on playing as she cleared her throat getting ready to sing.

"Driping down,
into the grasslands,
bringing life,
to everything,

Holding strong,
with their roots,
winds are blowing,
rough and wild."

Her voice stopped as she drew a blank as to what to add to it. She had also stopped cause she knew that her voice seemed to fight with the melody played on her harp. Though, somehow, through an unconsious effort, her fingers kept playing. Her eyes darted back and forth, looking around at the canvas tent. Grabbing for any inspiration she could get. Then she smiled when she found it as she saw small innocent creatures skittering about.

"Critters running,
to their homes,
safe and warm
they will sleep.

In the meadows,
we all walk,
all is calm
and free."

Gin stopped singing and smiled. She was actually making up her own song. She couldn't believe it, she almost jump up and down with joy, but she forced herself not to realizing that her instrument could be damaged in the process. Her fingers slowing took away the color notes and she kept on playing a simple melody for a little while wondering if she really should play her mother's song. She really did love it and it sounded pretty. She sat there playing and thinking, not sure of what to do.

[Ginchoeri]

Gin's finger's stopped playing as one horrible thought crossed her mind, "I'll never compare to my mother." Her smile faded into a frown "No Gin. You have time to grow, You will have your time to shine." She fought with herself in her mind going back and forth between those two thoughts, changing them a little bit. Slowly, the fight within her died down ending with possitive thoughts, she smiled again. "I'll sing your song momma" she said as she looked up to the sky, "I'll sing it and never forget it." Her fingers plucked the chords and then she started to sing.

"The ghouls are lurking,
as the birds are chirping
all in the forest, she sleeps.

The cries of the widow
and the flowers in the meadow,
With furry comp'ny she keeps.

The horse has a start
and the man with a heart,
will reach out to her as, she weep.

The land as it mends,
and the hand that depends
on the man that makes not, a peep.

The hope in her eyes,
that will be your demi-i-ise, (short pause)
No one can pretend
when the day comes to an end,
that she is the wolf and the sheep."

Her voice like warm honey over the hum of her harp. Tears fell from her face as she sang looking up at the sky. When she finished she layed her harp sideways on her lap and sobbed into her hands, "I miss you, Momma.. Papa.." She cried for a good ten chimes before she pulled herself together. She put her harp in it's case and looked around at the canvas tents. "I'm getting to lonely.... I need to find someone to be with," she sighed. She knew it was true as she placed her chin on her hands staring longingly across Endrykas.

[Lariat]

Ginchoeri

Experience:

Singing: 2 xp
Harp: 1 xp

Lores:

How to tune a harp
Making words fit the music (Basic)

Comments

I'm sorry for taking so long to grade. Also I'd like to mention I see no skill in singing listed in your cs, and your harp skill is quite low meaning in both of those skills you are quite poor in until you get more practice. To get more experience for said skills, I would like to see more detail put into your writing such as describing which string your are plucking, the tension you are putting on said strings, as well as working on proper posture when using the instrument. As for singing I'd recommend descriptions on the inflection of your tone, the breathing techniques you use, and how you slowly progress on shaping your voice to be as musical as your instrument. If you have any questions about how I graded or think I missed something feel free to send me a pm.