Post by arianne on Dec 2, 2006 21:00:48 GMT -5
Arianne, small, blonde, nineteen, and pretty in a simple, unnoticeable way, carefully tuned the strings on her harp-like instrument. It was an invention of her brother's - something between a harp and a guitar. Basically, all he had done was take her hard and build a structure behind it so it echoed rather like a guitar did, but the sound was still that of a harp. It was something that only she had, and she would always treasure it - especially now that it was almost impossible for her to see her brother again for a very, very long time. Each of them had gone their seperate ways and, well... their ways were just so seperate that it would be hard for them to meet again anytime soon. Her brother had taken a high-placing job at the factory in Merinane. She was just a traveling ministrel looking for some way to live on her voice and playing.
...And if I'm going to do that, I can only do it if I'm actually playing, she thought wearily, and she began to strum the strings on her intrument. Then the melody began to pick up, and her fingers danced over the strings in a familiar, friendly tune; a favorite of hers. Then she began to sing. Her voice was light, but not strong - wispy, some people have called it. Like wind.
...And if I'm going to do that, I can only do it if I'm actually playing, she thought wearily, and she began to strum the strings on her intrument. Then the melody began to pick up, and her fingers danced over the strings in a familiar, friendly tune; a favorite of hers. Then she began to sing. Her voice was light, but not strong - wispy, some people have called it. Like wind.