66th of Fall 516 Av
What is music? It's genuinely a unique question, not that hywn knew the answer, he knew that he liked music, whatever it was. That said he'd seen it in enough forms to know that he was not entirely sure of what it actually was. Different songs tended to make people feel different things, yet music was not magical, any man could pick up an instrument and with effort learn to play it. That said he had already lost sight of his original question. Shrugging Hwyn smiled at his violin as he plucked it's strings looking for the right pitch in each, the thing was old and did not hold it's tune well, it had to be tuned with each use, but that was a proce Hwyn was willing to pay to play his Violin, it had been buy his side for a long time even if he neglected to play it as often as he should. Plucking each string in turn Hwyn grinned when familiar notes chimed back at him. It was getting later in the afternoon but the caravan had settled for the evening, it wouldn't be long tell ravok made an appearance, and as such Hwyn needed to get back into good form so that he could make a good impression of himself.
Pulling the bow across the violin's strings Hwyn smiled, he had long passed the raucous sounds that a true beginner would make and as such the note he pulled from the strings rang true and slow, no the playing of the violin was not the issue, it was the muscle memory of the off hand that needed practicing, his fingers needed to form new callouses that would allow the creation of notes that didn't make his fingers hurt. Second note, pressing down hard on strings Hwyn created a new sound a higher pitch as his fingers drew more pressure on the instrument. Yes, the concept behind what made the sounds Hwyn produced was actually fairly simple. A tight string, produces a tight sound, or a higher sound, a whine? Hwyn was not one for words but he understood the nature of the sound. Next to that was was the opposite a looser string would produce a looser... no deeper sound, like when an older large man lets out a belly laugh to when a young child lets out a shrill giggle. But anyways a string too loose would produce no sound at all, so the violin could not produce the deep noises a larger instrument might make.
Hwyn thought as he played the Violin, He liked the sounds he made, he played slowly, he knew notes and different sounds but similarly he didn't have any songs in his repertoire so he would need to create his own songs, or find someone that could teach him some. For the moment he was happy to simply play notes as he listened to the sounds of the forest he was in. Drawing a long note out and letting it die Hwyn copied the noize of an autumn breeze blowing through trees with golden leaves and tired branches.
So what was music anyway?
Credit to Shimoje, the bestest buddy
