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IC time is: Early Afternoon < About 1:40 PM >
IC day is: Ormenel <Heavens-day>
IC date is: 20 Ethuil <Spring>
Moon phase: Waning Crescent <VISIBLE>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 18 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3042>
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RL time: Sun Oct 21 22:33:33 2007
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Shaded Lawn
A narrow length of green lawn surrounded by tall trees; the trees that spring from the midst of the lawn itself dapple the grass with the cool shade of their boughs. Thick groves of brightly-shining mellyrn line the west and south sides of the greensward, reaching for the sun with their upswept limbs, while an old birdnest rests in one of the hedges near the northward path.

Contents:
Galharth
Pelliwen

Upon nearing the shaded lawn, one becomes aware of the soft gentle playing of the golden harp. It has been a fixture here for many years and has been played by many expert hands, today however, this is not the case. It is rather obvious that Pelliwen has no idea how to play this particular instrument, he plucks about the strings at a horrific random. Though try she continues, at times she almost achieves a melody. Once in sight, she is seen leaning against the great instrument. Her head resting sleepishly upon it with eyes closed. Only her hands are visable as they dance about the strings, while the rest of her body is hidden by her long draping cloak.

With an uneven gait, a stubborn expression, and a well crafted staff, the Tailor is once more out walking in his never ending effort to regain full use of his leg. His pace slows upon entering the Shaded Lawn, and his attention is drawn to the musician plucking the strings. He winces at several off key notes, and yet he still wanders closer. Catching sight of the player, the corner of his mouth rises slightly and he pauses a short distance away. "Would not a bed be more comfortable?" Galharth asks softly.

Never ceasing her horrid playing, the young silven's green eyes peek open for but an instant. A mused smile, crosses her face when she relises that her playing is being heard. It always seems that Pelliwen's shyness slides away when she is caught up in her playing, strange. "I doubt it..." she says softly, her brow furrowing with the worst possable note being struck.. "When you press your hole body against this great harp, you can feel the notes. It rather nice..". As the silvan continues to speak the music worsens. "With a pressed ear on this spot, one can hear so well every nuance."

"There are few I know that find such appreciation in single notes of music," Galharth comments as he shifts his weight upon his staff. "All of whom are musicians." Chuckling softly, the Tailor tilts his head slightly as he peers at the elleth. "Tell me, which do you enjoy more? The harp or your flute?"

"My flute" she snaps back quickly without thought. "Perhaps not as fine, but it is dear to me.". The silvan's head shifts on the harp as her brow furrows at another HORRID note. "Unfortunately, my poor flute is fading into memory...". Eyes opening on Galharth for just a moment, she offers a sincere smile at this statment. Obviously this thought troubles her, but her current bright mood holds this saddness away.

Taking a step closer, the Clothier offers an understanding gaze. "I've told you that the instrument makers, or perhaps even the carpenters would be glad to help you make a new one. They could possibly even go as far as helping you preserve the flute as is. The choice is always yours to make."

Glancing at the Harp a moment, and wincing slightly at a sour note, Galharth's brow furrows as he returns his focus to the elleth. "What brought you to try out the harp, Pelliwen? Up until now you've focused exclusively on your flute."

"I just wanted to have alittle fun with it. Over the years I've gazed at it in passing many times, watched others play it sweetly. It seems that all my observations had not prepaired me for it's difficulty." As Galharth steps closer, it can be seen that Pelliwen lays upon the harp with all her weight. Her auburn hair hangs forward almost touching the strings. "Lets not think on my flute now. My mind is free at the moment.". A warm smile crosses the Silvan's face, as her hands continue to dart about the harp. More hidious noise. "How is your leg Galharth.." she adds, a hint of genuine concern carring in her voice.

Looking down at the mention of his leg, the Tailor pauses only a moment before returning his gaze to the elleth. "Better each day, or so I see in my own mind." Galharth replies with a smile. Reaching down to pat his leg with a hand, he adds, "I've arranged to take dance lessons with the Scholar Calsir. From what I've been told by all I've spoken with on the matter, the lessons should bring the final results of fully recovery in which I seek."

Smiling, the Crafter looks to the Harp and in an instant, something lights in his crystal blue eyes. "Perhaps you could speak with one of the Bards to gain lessons on the harp." He comments, clearly unaware of Pelliwen's affiliation. "I've heard it told that Calriel is a Master with the Harp. Perhaps she could be persueded to teach you something to entertain yourself with."

The young silvan smiles warmly as she makes a mockery of the flute she leans heavily against. "I am quite entertained.." she says with a chuckle. It it unusual that Pelliwen is not overwhelmed by shyness yet, even as the ellon approches closer. The music obviously has a great power over her. "It is good to hear that your leg is doing better. Dance could be good exercise for it. Though I find it strange that you have not dabbled in such already. Your life having been lived so long and full.". With a facial expresssion of complete calm and comfert, the elleth continues to play at the strings vigorusly.

"If you're entertained, I can not dispute your efforts. Enjoy them while you can Pelliwen." Galharth says with a nod. Tapping his led once more, the Crafter smiles."I've had no need to strengthen a leg, and I've not had to the idle time to pursue outside activites, so certainly it makes sense about why it's taken me this long in life to take up dance."

Chuckling softly, the Tailor goes to depart the garden. Pausing he smiles towards Pelliwen. "And since I've spoken of strengthening a leg, I can not ignore the fact that I'm out and about on my regular walks. Perhaps we can speak later." With that, the Tailor moves out of the Garden and quickly disappears upon the path.

The young silvan merely smiles, while her body largly remains motionless. So calm and relaxed she appears. Though her hands flick about energetically. "Let us speak later.." she replys warmly, with an attempt at a musical flourish that fails. "Aluirwen accepted me into her ranks, perhaps we can discuss such next we see.". There is a relaxed exhilation of air as she finishes speaking. Much like when one lays themself in warm water. "It is such a lovely afternoon.." she adds softly, her thoughts turning from galharth to the foul music that seems to please her.