79th, Summer, 518 AV
To raise the spirits of their fellow Lhavitan denizens during the ever-worsening weather that this Summer has brought with it, Roric and Aleah have decided to host a small party this evening, summoning all of their bards into Mauriel’s shift as well. They’d surely be getting paid more for these additional shifts, and Mauriel couldn’t help feel a spark of jealousy as her funds have been stretching thin recently.
One of the two was playing the fiddle, while the other one was a fellow lutist. A fact that made Mauriel very self-conscious, knowing that they’ll inevitably be compared tonight. The bosses were waiting for the crowds, so the group of entertainers was small talking by the bar. The Ethaefal was trying to drink her worries away, her cheeks slightly flushed red indicating a partial success. It wasn’t that bad for her vocal chords, but her precise fingers were not as positively affected. Soon enough, Aleah refused to serve her another drink, promising one for when the performance was over.
They were to perform a few things together, and while their instruments made for a poor band, they’ve decided on a few things that could work and tried them together a couple of times before coming to the bar. Mauriel was the only singer, though not an amazing one herself.
The place was packed, the air heavy, and a reek of alcohol unusually unpleasant. Scholar’s Demise wasn’t often a place for ugly episodes caused by lack of moderation, but tonight was apparently designed to attract a bit of a lower clientele. While far from their level, Mauriel felt a certain comradery with the cheering crowd as the trio began performing for them. The alcohol uninhibited her just enough to allow her to sing her lungs out without throwing glances at how the other lutist was performing. She sung sad songs with happy melodies, and the crowd moved in unison to them, singing along, a weird mixture of nostalgic melancholy and excited jubilation permeating the air.
In most songs, the fiddle was dictating the main melody, while the two lutes followed it in a homophony, her voice struggling to dominate the performance, though the guests helped immeasurably by all singing along with varying degrees of accuracy both in lyrics and melody. It was no doubt noisy, and perhaps annoying to the neighbors, though a known price of life at Zintia’s peak occasionally. Lhavit was a city of very hard-working, disciplined people, but such people needed occasional rest the most, and its many holidays were probably designed to provide it. Mauriel wondered if that was indeed the reason that so many holidays were rather evenly spaced throughout the season, and whether it was perhaps by design.
As things escalated, conflict inevitably ensued. Two young men were fiercely arguing over something, and by the sounds of it that something was flirtatious and curvy, leading at least one of the men on, likely both. And that something wasn’t among the guests tonight as far as she could tell after observing them for a bit. Mauriel signaled her co-workers that they should take a break. The other lutist stayed playing alone, and the fiddlist gratefully grabbed the opportunity for a break.
One of the two was playing the fiddle, while the other one was a fellow lutist. A fact that made Mauriel very self-conscious, knowing that they’ll inevitably be compared tonight. The bosses were waiting for the crowds, so the group of entertainers was small talking by the bar. The Ethaefal was trying to drink her worries away, her cheeks slightly flushed red indicating a partial success. It wasn’t that bad for her vocal chords, but her precise fingers were not as positively affected. Soon enough, Aleah refused to serve her another drink, promising one for when the performance was over.
They were to perform a few things together, and while their instruments made for a poor band, they’ve decided on a few things that could work and tried them together a couple of times before coming to the bar. Mauriel was the only singer, though not an amazing one herself.
The place was packed, the air heavy, and a reek of alcohol unusually unpleasant. Scholar’s Demise wasn’t often a place for ugly episodes caused by lack of moderation, but tonight was apparently designed to attract a bit of a lower clientele. While far from their level, Mauriel felt a certain comradery with the cheering crowd as the trio began performing for them. The alcohol uninhibited her just enough to allow her to sing her lungs out without throwing glances at how the other lutist was performing. She sung sad songs with happy melodies, and the crowd moved in unison to them, singing along, a weird mixture of nostalgic melancholy and excited jubilation permeating the air.
In most songs, the fiddle was dictating the main melody, while the two lutes followed it in a homophony, her voice struggling to dominate the performance, though the guests helped immeasurably by all singing along with varying degrees of accuracy both in lyrics and melody. It was no doubt noisy, and perhaps annoying to the neighbors, though a known price of life at Zintia’s peak occasionally. Lhavit was a city of very hard-working, disciplined people, but such people needed occasional rest the most, and its many holidays were probably designed to provide it. Mauriel wondered if that was indeed the reason that so many holidays were rather evenly spaced throughout the season, and whether it was perhaps by design.
As things escalated, conflict inevitably ensued. Two young men were fiercely arguing over something, and by the sounds of it that something was flirtatious and curvy, leading at least one of the men on, likely both. And that something wasn’t among the guests tonight as far as she could tell after observing them for a bit. Mauriel signaled her co-workers that they should take a break. The other lutist stayed playing alone, and the fiddlist gratefully grabbed the opportunity for a break.
