Little Drummer Boy {RUIN!}

After all that had gone wrong over the past few days it was great to spend time outside of the Weyr. C’ian was a master of distracting himself and had found no better way to do that thank by taking his drum, well, his mother’s drum, and heading out to one of the more secluded parts of the Weyr. Shirath padded along behind him, holding the drum up with his nose.

C’ian had been a decent singer and, indeed, a decent drummer. Heck, he had been fairly decent at all of the classes he was set to at Harper Hall. Unfortunately, he simply didn’t have the mind or concentration to sit and learn things and decent wasn’t enough to keep him interested. It had been hard enough to memorise songs let alone actually learn how to play a new instrument. Thankfully, with C’ian’s rhythm and energy playing a drum was the one thing he was good at. It was also the one instrument that took a long time to break.

He sure was lucky that Shirath could help him carry the drum down. He didn’t want to frighten anyone and so had to find a place where the sound would not carry too far. With that, he was on the outer edges of the Weyr and eventully found a place secluded enough where he could place the instrument and start making wonderful music!

… I do not understand… Will this make other dragons love me?
Yeah! Nothing girls love more than a guy who can sing for them! I assume it’s the same for dragons.

He shrugged and set the drum down with Shirath’s help then turned to the purple with excitement.
“All right! Let’s get started!”
He picked his sticks out of his pocket and turned to the rather large drum, testing out the sounds he could make on it. The more he drummed the more excited and enthusiastic he became until he had a brilliant rhythm going, spinning around and dancing before the drum. He was shouting random words out in something of a tuneful way, an abomination of all the songs he could remember.

Shirath watched his, quite certain that the Weyrling had finally gone insane. But those beats were actually rather… Fun? Maybe he could join in… So, at that, Shirath started humming along with C’ian’s music making a cacophony of terrible noises. The only good thing going for them was the drumming, which sounded almost good enough to have come from a journeyman. If C’ian stopped shouting or actually remembered a full song perhaps they would have a fairly decent band going. Unfortunately, he did not and therefore they did not.