First day on the job

by **Ginchoeri** on November 5th, 2012, 3:07 am

First of Fall 512 AV Noon

Gin had taken so many wrong turns she had almost given up on finding her destination. A Hunter's Rest, the place where she was to find this man Faren,, who she was supposed to give this dyed stone, which she had in her hand, too. Also pressed in the crook of her arm, was her harp, made for by her father before he died. The tool of the job for which she was going through all this trouble for. She walked up to a man who looked about twenty five years of age or so. Smiling up at him, through the red hooded cloak she alway wore, Gin spoke in a light and airy voice.

"Excuse me sir, but would it be possible for you to point me in the direction of the pavillions deemed a, A Hunter's Rest? I am supposed to meet Faren, and to be completely honest, I am completely and thuroughly lost, so it would be a great help if you could."

For a moment, Gin was concerned, because the man was giving her such a look of confussion she feared that he did not understand the common language. She knew so little Pavi, there was no way she could piece together the sentences she had just said in the language, with just the few words she knew. But, her worried face made the man laugh uncontrolably as he responded in an accented common.

"Sorry doll, just messin' with ya. Sure I could point yah in the right direction, but are ya sure ya will not just get lost again. I mean, dang miss, I have seen you pass here more than once, maybe more then three if I am not mistakin."

Gin's face flushed full force at the man's words, from the pure embarassment that she felt at the notion that she had passed the same exact place more than once. She also shifted with uncomfort by the fact that this man had taken enough interest in his surroundings to notice her each time. She had a gut feeling, and she was not one to brush off feelings like this, so she smiled at the mand and gave her response as calmly as she could.

"Just point me in the right direction please sir, I will figure it out from the directions you give me."

So the man gave her directions, straight and true to A Hunter's Rest, for once she had left his company to follow them, she found herself at her destination within a few chimes. She laughed to herself, her suspision of the man who was just offering some help had been uncalled for, but she could never be too cautious. Slave traders had many faces, and she would rather stay as far away from them as she could. Just a little percausion on the abuse she never wanted to face.

Gin took a deep breath as she stood in the hustle and bustle around the green pavilions that marked A Hunter's Rest. Calls for trade, the exchange of money, the smell of sweat from a hard days work. These are the things that filled her senses immediately as she looked around. How was she supposed to find one man in this mass, especially when she did not know what the man looked like? She sighed to herself, she should have asked for more information on this man called Faren. She expected he would put her to work right away playing for the returning hunters, and she wanted to get started.

by **Ginchoeri** on November 5th, 2012, 10:40 pm

First of Fall 512 AV Noon Continued

Gin looked around, as she got bumped to and fro, she did not really know where to go, but if she did not make a quick decision, the crowd might take her. She was using her body as a shield against the crowd for her harp, and she was keeping a tight hold on the dyed stone so as to not drop it. She decided to walk into one of the pavillions in front of her.

If Gin had expected it to be any less crowded in the pavillion she was completely wrong. It was like its own bustling little town. Almost imposible to move around. She looked around and tried to find a worker, maybe they would know where this Faren was.

Gin spotted the leather of a worker not to far in front of her and she quickly got there with the help of the moving crowd.

"Excuse me!" She practically was yelling to be heard over the roar of trade and gossip going on. "I am looking for a man named Faren! I was told to come talk to him about getting a job here!"

The man she had targeted as the person to talk to turned around to look at her. He scrutinized her, as she looked at him. He was a burly man. Maybe 2 or 3 inches taller then her. She saw him smile a bit so she smiled back.

"If you are looking for Faren, look no further, for I am he. You said somthing about talking to me about getting a job?"

Gin was surpised by her luck, she had chosen the exactly right man. She laughed a little inside and smiled bigger. Nodding she spoke, "Yes! Tarleon told me that you could use a service like mine!" She made a gesture, showing her harp to him so he would understand. She also handed him the dyed stone, and waited for what he would say.

"Yes.. I do need someone with your talents..." He paused for a moment as he rubbed the stone between his fingers. "Though, if you would not mind not having your cloak hood up while you are around here? It makes you look suspicious, and we do not like suspicious characters around."

Gin paused for a moment, but she just nodded her head and then pulled back her hood. Her glistening white hair fell upon her face with a fury of sorts. She smiled up at him as his face gave away his small shock as he saw her.

"Well then, welcome aboard miss...?'

"Ginchoeri... that's my name, but you can just call me Gin."

by **Ginchoeri** on November 13th, 2012, 12:36 am

First of Fall 512 AV Noon Continued

Gin had stayed with Faren to talk about a few things for quite a few chimes. She walked with him as he worked with others, and waited patiently while he talked to customers and answered their questions. He was leading her to the spot she was to work most days. This was because she had never been to A Hunter's Rest and did not know her way around, but also because he wanted her to start work as soon as possible.

One time while they were stopped, Gin noticed all the people that had stopped what they were doing to stare at her. When she looked them in the eye and they noticed to late, they would jump and go back to working on whatever it is that they were doing. She would turn around only to feel their eyes right back on her. Was she that strange? Was her hair so different? Or was it because she was young and it was white that threw them off?

She sighed and and hummed a little bit of her mothers song as she waited for Faren to finish his buisness with one of the employee's. She tapped a foot and swayed abit. A smile appeared upon her face as she continued to humm the sweet song of her memories. When she looked around now, people seemed to be smiling at her, as she giggled and hummed her favorite song. They seemed to find her ammusing or addorible, and it was simple enough to see that she was having a good time while waiting.

Gin was having such a good time, she had not noticed that she had started singing the actual lyrics of the song, somewhere in the middle of the song.

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

A familiar rise and fall, fell up on her lips, in a simple pattern that seemed to tell a story. The notes fell as a simple line at first, but this was the middle of the song, where the melody had changed a bit to add a little something to it. When she sang the word weep, the inflection behind the word was so sorrowful, but it was not because she ment it to be so, it was because she sang the wrong note, not being used to singing without her harp to accompany her.

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

She brought back the melody she had been humming before she had broken out into song. Which, her singing, was gathering much attention. Buisness did not come to a halt, no, not by a long shot, but pleanty of people paused for even a moment to see what was going on. She was swaying, her feet tapping a soft rythem on the ground as she continued.

"The hope in her eyes,
that will be your demi-i-ise,"

She held on to the last word, the change in the line of melody made clear. She was about to bring it to an end. Her body doing its own thing, she never even once realized that she was singing. Faren and the employee stood there stunned and amazed at Gin's honey sweet voice, even if she made a few mistakes, it still sounded beautiful, like the mistakes were made on purpose. Which they were not, but it just happened.

"No one can pretend
when the day comes to an end,
that she is the wolf and the sheep."

And it ended, just like that, it ended as it had started, with a suddeness, of a slaver grabbing his prey and throwing it in a cage, or chaining it so that it can not get away. Gin opened her eye's once more and jumped. She had been surrounded by people, without her noticing. She looked around and saw Faren looking at her with approval and saw him give a little chuckle as she started to blush.

Someone to her right started to clap, and then the whole circle, including Faren, did the same. Whoops and cheers for more could be heard, as laughter seemed to fill the air. She blushed more, she wanted to hide, but pulling her hood up was something she could not do. So she looked down at the ground her feet scraping against the ground.

Soon the cheering stopped, but the people stayed, seemed to expect her to actually sing more right there. But Faren quickly remedied that.

"Get back to work, show is over! You will be seein' a lot more of this girly around, for now she is one of us! Now get a move on! Nothing more to see here!"

Gin was greatfull for the mans quick wit. She was about to thank him when her turned around to face her and threw her a beaming smile, "Why did you not tell me, you was a natural? I figured you would be still in the learnin' stages and I can hear that you are, but you sound so good otherwise, it almost does not even matter!"

Gin blushed. "But, sir... that may be the only song I am really... good at. I have heard it many a time since I was little, and sang it many more a time. I really am just starting out in the learning process it seems."

But Faren just smiled, patted her on the back, and resumed leading her to her actual job spot.

by **Ginchoeri** on November 18th, 2012, 4:27 pm

First of Fall 512 AV Noon Continued

Faren finally brought her to a tavern like area within the pavillion and smiled at her. "This is where I would like you to work, I assure you, at least a few people here will appreciate your music, even if you are horrible at times, that sweet voice is enough to make up for it I think."

Gin blushed, nodding her head. She looked around, watching the chatter and laughter go on. Drinking was deffinately happening even at this time of day, but it did not matter, they were all to be her listeners and that made her smile a bit.

"If anything comes up, anything at all, a man comin' after ya or something, do not hesitate to tell me. I'll see to it that they get dealt with."

Her head shot back in the direction of Faren, a shocked look on her face, he would go so far as to tell her that if she were having issues just to ask him. It was weird for her, but she quickly gave him a smile and nodded.

Faren chuckled, "What, have you become mute lass?" he pressed her into a chair. "Why don't you just relax a little have fun with it. I'll stay for a song, but then I have to go."

She nodded, she guessed he really wanted to hear her perform, a real performance. But what could she sing? She did not know to many songs.. She had not really made up all that many either, and she could not just sing the same song as before. Would she really have to make one up?

She sighed as she took her harp out of it's case, she wipe it off lovingly and thought furiously. How could she make up a song and make it sound good? She was at a complete loss. She strummed each string to see how in tune they were. The place seemed to quiet down a bit whn people realized there was performer in the room.

She shook a bit, nervousness setting in. Then Faren's hand set upon her shoulder, "You'll be fine, just rememer to breath. Don't want you passin' out." he smiled at her as he sat down next to her and waited. She returned the smile and looked at her harp, what should she do? What COULD she do?

by **Ginchoeri** on November 26th, 2012, 9:24 pm

First of Fall 512 AV Noon Continued

Gin was now very worried, for now, they were sitting in an uncomfortable silence as she tried to draw up anything from memory, anything at all that she could sing. Because she truely did not want to sing something completely knew to a crowd that barely knew her. But even if she sang something she knew, they most likely would not know it.

That is when it hit her. If she made it up on the spot, it would be hard for them to know she had messed up. Though things might sound a little out of tune at times. They would just think it was adding to the mood of the song. Plus she was not a professional songstress by any means, so she felt it was good that she came here for work. It would make her work for her pride as a musician. Plus it would help her get known as a musician. Though it conflicted with her feelings about other things. She knew the more confidence she built in herself through music, the more she would be fine knowing that people actually knew her.

Sometimes, she would see people who had seen her when she first came here, when she would have psycological break downs. That was when her days got bad. When people would look at her and start gossiping about her beginnings here. Though they did not know the whole story, they would tell it anyway. Mix their words. Sometimes she just wanted to allow herself to get angry at them. But she refused to let them unleash her feral side. She was going to be different, but in a good way.

She had been told more than once, once a person found out that she was kelvic, that she was weird. Normally her answer would just be a shrug and they would continue on to say things like "Kelvic's are more feral in nature", and "they seem so unaware of the if's and how's of society", and Gin would just look at them and smile. Saying something like, "Well everyone is different. Even if they seem the same, they are always different."

She pause in her thoughts, which only took moments in reality and looked to the crowd. They did not seem to have anything in particular they wanted to hear, they just wanted her to play, wanted to see what she could do. To this she smiled. They had an intrest in her, wanted to know her, or well try to know her, through her hard earned talent. What little of it she had. She nodded and stretched her fingers. This was it, she had to do it now while she was raring to go. Feeling their anticipation as her fingers got closer and closer to the strings.

She strumed a glissando, up and down her strings at the same time, creating an ethereal effect to start her off. And she picked just one note, different pitches and alternated between them. Just for now she thought. And even though she did not like the way that the words in her head particularly came together. She decided that it would have to be good enough. Her voice pierced through what was left of the mumblings of the crowd around her.

"The soul would have no rainbows had the eyes no tears,
for every little boy and girl has their own great fears.
With each step I can feel colors surge though me,
as the tell me their various, dangerous stories.
You don't understand the true value of these tales."

She certainly had their attention, and though some of the notes she hit colided badly with the notes she played on her string, or with her vocal cords, they seemed to at least like it. So she decided to continue. She changed up the notes she was playing, she was now playing two different notes, two pitches each. But in the same rythum, not that she did not hit other strings on accident. It was inevitable. She was thinking of what to sing next, how to pull together another verse when someone rudely yelled for her to get on with it. She held back her glare, but Faren did not, and the guy instantly shut his mouth and sat back down in his seat. She had kept playing through the whole thing and was proud of herself for barely losing any concentration.

When she started up again, she fumbled a little bit, not hitting the exact right pitches that she wanted to hit. Decorating her vocal part with some sliding. She decided to give each color a story to tell. Hoping the people would like it. Though the first line she lied a little bit about what it really told her. But she could not talk about blood in such a beautiful, and peaceful song. It would just be wrong.

"The color red tells me stories of true love and lust,
while orange babbles on about the good and just.
I hear yellow tell stories of its strange little discoveries,
while green spoke of its love for all things living.
The colors blend together to create stories anew."

She was gaining a bit more confidence, getting louder with each knew line, she was loving it. Each note that came out from her harp seemed more melodious. And she started playing four and five string glissando's to at a little bit more texture to the song. She was just going with the flow of what her heart and mind told her to do. After letting a little of an instrumental take place so she could think of what to sing next, she opened her mouth and continued to piece together the song.

"I listen as blue sings me its sad lullabies,
and indigo rambles on about deep lies.
Violet's whisper in my ear is always about loyalty,
and as I take in all these things, I let go.
By connecting the dots, I know their stories are about me."

She was trying to make the song sound personal, let them believe that this was really how she thought everyday. Letting herself go as she sang. Though it still did not sound exactly right in her mind, she knew all they wanted was something pretty to listen to, and it seemed that they were happy with what they were getting while they drank their ale.

"For their communication to me is special in every way,
I trust myself to hear their calls everyday.
For I love the colors that so bravely tell me their stories,
and I let them know that they are important,
by shedding my tears just for them."

As she finished she let her fingers make the strings of her harp sound like they were tappering off. And for another long while there was an awkard silence. Though it was slightly different from before. They all were in awe, though she did not know why, and that is when the clapping started. The sound of chairs scooting back as people stood up, it made her laugh a little inside. There was no way she had earned a standing ovation, plus half these people were drunk anyways. Most of them would probably find most anything pleasing to the ears.

But when she looked at Faren, she could not find an excuse for the look he was giving her. He was amazed and proud at the same time. It was strange, why would he be proud. But he was, and he was standing and clapping too.

"Good job Gin. Yep, you deffinately can stay here, and though you may need to brush up here and there, and deffinately gain more confidence, I am sure that you will become part of the team easily. Keep on playin', they like you for sure."

Gin nodded as he patted her on the shoulder and left the area. She smiled at his back as he walked away. Maybe she could do this after all. Make a living off of something she truely loved. She looked at her harp as the people continued to applaud needlessly.

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