Post by Redden on Mar 14, 2010 15:08:52 GMT -5
... to bring some light back into this weyr," Zace began to mutter to himself as he began to dress. There has been so much heartache and despair about the weyr lately from such tragic events the air even weighted heavily on the Harper. It was his duty, or at least in his heart, to lift the everyone and he had been lacking in any effort lately. For almost the entire dry season Zace had found himself bed ridden and with out a voice. Well the season, the times and the weyr has changed drastically, while he knew there was little he could do to fix things, at least he could do his work and bring back a little cheer, even if that means pinning down half the leaders and tickling them till they wet their breeches.
In his light tan still much to long for him robe, the portly Harper makes his way down to the weyr hall, wearing a bright yellow and red sash around his waist and a four draping necklaces made of shells, stones, feathers and leather from some of the weyr children. Though he always felt bad he could never remember which child had made what one and given it to him, he held each dear and made sure to wear each one as often as possible. And of course when one of the weyr folk point them out as one they made it just makes it all the more merrier. Some of them were over 30 turns old after all, and many do not realize he keeps everything he is given as a present.
Settling down in the hall opposite the hearth takes a seat and pulls out his Lyra and begins to strum the instrument softly, making sure it is tuned, adjusting it slightly as he hums to match. Many come in and out of here during the day, seems like a good place to start. Maybe later he'll make his way down to the barracks, but for now he shall see who he finds here. Zace begins to sing softly at first, strumming in tune, letting first the harmony of the Lyra fill the hall first.
Getting a little louder letting both his words and cords echo, smiling all the while.
" I can not help but wonder, what will happen to that smile on your face?
Will it stay the same? Will it grow or fade?
Like everything else with it slowly change?
There's just something about that look, that grin.
When things have gotten out of control,
When I search to find some faith,
I see that smile..
I remember why I do what I do
I remember what we need to be
I remember just what really matters
The sun, the moon, and all the stars
could never shine so bright
As that grin, in mischief and merry!
You are my hope,
and why my hair is turning gray.
You are my rock,
that I beat my head on.
Your what makes my day.
but nothing could ever pick me up,
like that smile on your face."
In his light tan still much to long for him robe, the portly Harper makes his way down to the weyr hall, wearing a bright yellow and red sash around his waist and a four draping necklaces made of shells, stones, feathers and leather from some of the weyr children. Though he always felt bad he could never remember which child had made what one and given it to him, he held each dear and made sure to wear each one as often as possible. And of course when one of the weyr folk point them out as one they made it just makes it all the more merrier. Some of them were over 30 turns old after all, and many do not realize he keeps everything he is given as a present.
Settling down in the hall opposite the hearth takes a seat and pulls out his Lyra and begins to strum the instrument softly, making sure it is tuned, adjusting it slightly as he hums to match. Many come in and out of here during the day, seems like a good place to start. Maybe later he'll make his way down to the barracks, but for now he shall see who he finds here. Zace begins to sing softly at first, strumming in tune, letting first the harmony of the Lyra fill the hall first.
Getting a little louder letting both his words and cords echo, smiling all the while.
" I can not help but wonder, what will happen to that smile on your face?
Will it stay the same? Will it grow or fade?
Like everything else with it slowly change?
There's just something about that look, that grin.
When things have gotten out of control,
When I search to find some faith,
I see that smile..
I remember why I do what I do
I remember what we need to be
I remember just what really matters
The sun, the moon, and all the stars
could never shine so bright
As that grin, in mischief and merry!
You are my hope,
and why my hair is turning gray.
You are my rock,
that I beat my head on.
Your what makes my day.
but nothing could ever pick me up,
like that smile on your face."