Post by kireon on Dec 19, 2012 20:06:47 GMT -5
It occurred to Kaedorin, as he idly tuned the strings on his guitar, that he hadn't gone and seen the infamous dragon eggs yet. Twin dragons, twin clutches... he wondered if there'd be more twins to be had in the hatching that would arrive before they'd all know it. D-chord, he thought to himself, frowning as he tweaked it just a little more and strummed again. Better, he decided and began plucking a hearty little tune on it to make sure.
Perfect, his number one love was back in tune and no worse for the wear after the plague nonsense.
Sandals donned, his second best hat in place and the guitar strapped over his shoulder accordingly, the lanky teen sauntered away from the Barracks and headed for the Hatching Sands. Songs about dragons were thick as thieves in Harper Hall, and there were a few about dragon eggs and fire lizards as well, one or two about a wher, he supposed. Kae supposed the lyrics were all right, none terribly exciting enough for him, and certainly not enough to inspire the kind of dreams he thought a dragon's hatching should.
So, clearly, he needed to Stand and get closer to these fellows in order to better represent what kind of dream a future rider could have. Up the steps and into the Main Cavern he walked, pausing with admiration at the heated sands. Heat wouldn't be good for the instrument, he thought with a frown, eyes flicking up to the stands. A Stands position... maybe that'd be the best place to work on the tune itself.
But, first, there was an important thing to be done- and that was to get the ever exclusive chance to actually touch a dragon's egg. That alone could provoke a sense of wonder and delight, inspiring the kinds of starry-eyed ladies and lads to give it a try.
He considered stepping on the sands, but figured it'd be a better thing to do to wait for whichever of the tanriders were there to come and escort him around. Better to be safe than sorry, even if he did think the rumors of tans eating people were wildly exaggerated.
...although... that would make an interesting tale of its own, not to mention a potential hit in the Harper world. 'Down a dragon's throat'? Nah, too long, too straight forward... 'Down We Go', maybe? Brown eyes turned thoughtful, distracted. Down We Go had a nice ring to it, easily turn it from a horror-inspiring tale to a comedic one depending on the audience.
Not even five minutes at the Sands and already inspiration was starting to hit- he needed to drop by here more often.
Perfect, his number one love was back in tune and no worse for the wear after the plague nonsense.
Sandals donned, his second best hat in place and the guitar strapped over his shoulder accordingly, the lanky teen sauntered away from the Barracks and headed for the Hatching Sands. Songs about dragons were thick as thieves in Harper Hall, and there were a few about dragon eggs and fire lizards as well, one or two about a wher, he supposed. Kae supposed the lyrics were all right, none terribly exciting enough for him, and certainly not enough to inspire the kind of dreams he thought a dragon's hatching should.
So, clearly, he needed to Stand and get closer to these fellows in order to better represent what kind of dream a future rider could have. Up the steps and into the Main Cavern he walked, pausing with admiration at the heated sands. Heat wouldn't be good for the instrument, he thought with a frown, eyes flicking up to the stands. A Stands position... maybe that'd be the best place to work on the tune itself.
But, first, there was an important thing to be done- and that was to get the ever exclusive chance to actually touch a dragon's egg. That alone could provoke a sense of wonder and delight, inspiring the kinds of starry-eyed ladies and lads to give it a try.
He considered stepping on the sands, but figured it'd be a better thing to do to wait for whichever of the tanriders were there to come and escort him around. Better to be safe than sorry, even if he did think the rumors of tans eating people were wildly exaggerated.
...although... that would make an interesting tale of its own, not to mention a potential hit in the Harper world. 'Down a dragon's throat'? Nah, too long, too straight forward... 'Down We Go', maybe? Brown eyes turned thoughtful, distracted. Down We Go had a nice ring to it, easily turn it from a horror-inspiring tale to a comedic one depending on the audience.
Not even five minutes at the Sands and already inspiration was starting to hit- he needed to drop by here more often.
