| Sival "Sir, I have a question," Sival said, approaching the WeyrHarper slowly. "I need to buy a gitar for a... Uh, dear friend, and it needs to be a good one. She has an amazing amount of musical talent." The Weyrharper chuckled softly, obviously knowing what this was about. "Yes," He said, "Hold on a minute while I go find a good gitar. Ckyta does have alot of talent, and she needs a good instrument." While the man left, Sival wondered how he could of figured out so quickly. Shenandoa had remarked that he "glowed" around Ckyta, but he had said it was simply because they were friends. Nothing more. And then he had told her to buzz off and never speak to him again. 'Yeah, that was it,' Sival thought to himself. The Weyrharper returned in just a few moments, holding out what looked to be a rather old gitar. "Sir, don't you have any new ones?" He asked pleadingly. Sival had saved up alot of money from selling various firelizard egg clutches, and had enough to buy a new gitar, which was what he wanted. The WyerHarper strummed the strings quickly, then handed it to Sival. "Young man, age makes any stringed instrument sound much better. The age gave this one a richer tone, couldn't you hear in the strings?" Sival just nodded, because almost all gitars sounded the same to him. Placing three marks in the man's hand, he turned away. "Thank you very much, sir," He said before leaving, and headed back to his weyr. Shenandoa was already there. "Sival, what under the Red Star do you think that you're doing with a gitar? Oh,of course, you were giving it to me!" Sival guarded the instrument with his body. "Shenandoa, I'd rather drop dead before I gave you anything. This is for Ckyta, if you haven't figured it otu already. She doesn't have a gitar, and I thought that she might appreciate having her own one to play on." He glared down at Shenandoa. She was a delicate child, while he was tall and gangling, so she could feel very small below him. Shenandoa began to laugh. Hard. Mockingly. Loud. "Oh, I see, you're falling for the girl who's three Turns younger than you, doesn't even know who her father is, and can play a gitar. Wonderful." "Shenandoa, has it ever hit you that maybe Ckyta is beautiful, but she was too busy standing back behind you while you made fun of her for anyone to notice? No one cares about birth at Ocean Side, or any other Weyr, for that matter. No one cares, okay? Get it through your ugly thick skull. No one cares." And with that, he turned to leave, gitar in hand. He knew that Ckyta would like it, and hoped that what the WeyrHarper had said about tone was true, because he only wanted to give Ckyta the best. Both of those that he hoped came true. Continue |