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[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Robinton's at the piano, slowly getting the hang of chords.

Something resembling a 'melody' is beginning to form, as well.

But a story would help.

Masterharper available- have at!

[ooc: edit/summary- The Masterharper and the Forsaken Bard talk. Asmodean succeeds in scaring the harper to death. Zedd and Robinton discuss the availability of music, and Liz Imbrie stops by for *cough*slowtime*cough* more examination of the harper's hands.]

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[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

A tall, dark, and handsome man walked up beside the masterharper. His voice cool and dry.

"Good evening, my lord."

A slight pause.

"Are you trying to learn the piano?"

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Robinton takes the title in stride, given the number of things he's been called since he arrived.

"I am. No instruments such as this exist, where I'm from. A great tragedy indeed, it seems."

He plays a sad chord, a slight smile on his face.

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

He considered for a moment.

"I too, learned how to play the piano after I arrived here as well, though I am not very skilled yet as it has only been a few months."

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps you'd show me? It's my second time, and I'm still grasping principles."

He's off the seat quickly, watching the bard with a hopeful look in his eyes.

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

The bard sits down calmly.

"Let us see..."

The bard began to play an absolutely tragic melody. It was not a funeral march, but an anti-wedding march. Everything a wedding symbolized this piece was the opposite. Heartbreak, betrayal, and loss poured from the bard through the music, his face contorting on certain strains.

Truly sublime.

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Robinton listens, eventually sliding into a seat.

His eyes, which had been focused on the Bard's hands, to better understand, slide shut and he simply surrenders to the music.

And to the memories it brings.

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

As he finished, the bard turned his eyes towards Robinton.

"I hope it met with your approval, my lord."

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Robinton doesn't answer.

For a long moment he remains still, knuckles whitening where they clutch the edge of his chair.

Finally, in a quiet, level voice:

"It was wrenching."

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

He considered for a moment. A touch of a smile on his lips.

"You are very welcome."

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

A man is listening carefully. There is a small, ornate flute hanging from his neck by a fine gold chain.

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Robinton's quite good, and quite absorbed, his eyes fastened on the keys.

He'd be hard pressed to notice an earth quake, at the moment.

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

Zedd doesn't mind, he waits for the man to finish. Moving slightly to at least have a better chance to be seen.

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Robinton notices the movement, and stops playing at the sight of the flute.

"And there's something I begin to recognize. Do you play?"

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

He nods with a smile.

"I make sound and hope people enjoy it as much as I do."

He bows gracefully.

"I am first wizard Zeddicus Zu`l Zorander, I hope you don't mind my humor."

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"Masterharper Robinton, pleased to make your acquaintance."

He shrugs, and rises from the piano, scooping his harp off the top as he stands.

"And why should I? Good spirits are too rare in the world."

[firstwizard.livejournal.com]

"A pleasure to meet you Masterharper."

He is serious when he says this.

"If I can lift one persons spirits, than it has been a day well spent."

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"And that's a good use for the flute. Play me a bar?"

He grins.

"You've heard my poor piano- though it's but my second day."

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

Liz Imbrie is totally in the bar. Totally. Despite her total lack-of-entrance-post-ness, and despite her mun's desperate need to get to sleep in a hour.

She hears the way the piano sounds almost-but-not-quite-right in a rather familiar way, and makes her way over to the bench, letting Robinton finish his experiment before laying a hand on his shoulder.

"Hello again."

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

Robinton smiles up at her.

"Liz. How are the days finding you?"

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

"Well, thank you. And yourself?" She doesn't sit; he's not asked her. She leans over and plays a quick jazz chord. "You're picking this up quickly."

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

He mimicks her quickly, then launches into a quick, and admittedly simple, song.

"The theory's sound. Although the scale is bent. I'm enjoying learning it. A few people have stopped by to lend their aid."

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

She smiles in pleasure, remembering the exhilaration of Dizzy Gillespie's concert last week, and her fingers itch.

"How splendid." That's not sarcasm -- quite. That's just Liz. "Do you mind if I watch? I'd like to see how your hands move."

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"Oh? I've my harp with me, if you'd rather...?"

He gestures to the top of the piano, where the instrument sits.

"I'll play either."

[liz-imbrie-.livejournal.com]

"Whichever, it doesn't matter. If you're more comfortable with the harp --" she breaks off and looks at the harp more closely. "And what happened to that lizard?"

[robinton-harper.livejournal.com]

"Zair? He's asleep. He just ate, and will rest for a few hours."

He picks up the harp, and strikes a chord.