Post by derek on Nov 26, 2011 2:31:56 GMT -5
R'cat's stomach gurgled. He was hungry, which was rare. Usually he just drowned himself in Benden white until hunger simply couldn't be felt. But today, for some reason, even though he had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol. Either way, he was confused as to his hunger until Syrryth rolled her eyes and chimed in Mine, you have not eaten in three days. I tried to tell you, but you were far too gone for me to reach you.[/color] The dragon twined around the man, and he patted her gently, murmuring compliments as he worked. "When I get back, I'll oil you. Would you like to give me a lift down?" The dragon perked up and roared. R'cat left off the harness, and slid on to her bare back; taking his Harper gitar with him. Once he was settled, Syrryth leaped from their weyr ledge and into the air.
Once flying, R'cat felt better. His headache lessened, but his hunger was burning in his gut. When Syrryth let him down in front of the dining hall, she immediately went to go feed herself on one of those tasty-looking Wherries. R'cat, however, walked into the dining hall. The first thing he noticed was the smell of hot good food. Collecting a plate of roast wherry, tubers, some bread rolls, and a mug of good hot klah, he seated himself in a corner and chowed down.
He didn't take long in eating. He wanted to play for a bit before heading back. True, he had promised Syrryth that he would oil her, but she knew that whenever he went to the dining hall he always ended up playing. And besides, she had seen him take the gitar, which was now situated in his lap, cradled between his arms almost lovingly. He had been a rider for nigh on twenty years now, but he had never forgotten his original craft. Plucking the strings experimentally, he began to sing as he played.
Harper, your song has a sorrowful sound
Though the tune was written as gay.
Your voice is sad, your hands are slow,
And your eye meeting mine turns away...
Once flying, R'cat felt better. His headache lessened, but his hunger was burning in his gut. When Syrryth let him down in front of the dining hall, she immediately went to go feed herself on one of those tasty-looking Wherries. R'cat, however, walked into the dining hall. The first thing he noticed was the smell of hot good food. Collecting a plate of roast wherry, tubers, some bread rolls, and a mug of good hot klah, he seated himself in a corner and chowed down.
He didn't take long in eating. He wanted to play for a bit before heading back. True, he had promised Syrryth that he would oil her, but she knew that whenever he went to the dining hall he always ended up playing. And besides, she had seen him take the gitar, which was now situated in his lap, cradled between his arms almost lovingly. He had been a rider for nigh on twenty years now, but he had never forgotten his original craft. Plucking the strings experimentally, he began to sing as he played.
Harper, your song has a sorrowful sound
Though the tune was written as gay.
Your voice is sad, your hands are slow,
And your eye meeting mine turns away...
