86th Trial of Ashan during Arc 718
Arlo had gone to do some hunting and Vega recognised that this was a good time to practice with her fiddle. Having spent a lot of time cooped up indoors, below decks and on her own, Vega had been able to practice a lot.She'd never done more than mess around with a fiddle, now and then, as a young person but her enforced confinement had given her a determination and a focus. Besides, the young woman knew that she had some things to think about, some things to work on and also, she needed to move. So, Vega picked up her fiddle and stood, ready to play.
She was getting better, she knew and, as she always did and for reasons she didn't entirely understand, she automatically and unconsciously used the ability granted to her by Xiur, lighting the fiddle up with starlight as she lifted it up to her, nestling it under her chin. The more she played it, the more Vega understood the music. Understood it, and felt it. Silver blood ran with music, her father told her. Dance and song, notes played on fiddles and lutes, and finally, she was beginning to understand. So, lifting the fiddle up, Vega made sure to drop her elbow low, pulling it close and moving across close to the middle of her form. Minimising the amount of distance her bow had to travel at it's furthest, would make the difference to her. Because this piece, she had practised and practised and yet now, she knew, she had to speed up.
And the speed was all about detail and that, Vega knew, was where the Devil lived.
So, with a smile she lowered the fiddle again and got the rosin. It helped the movement of the bow across the strings and that was what she needed. But she'd noticed a tendency in herself to rosin the middle of the bow more and that didn't help with the speed of the whole piece, so she made sure that she applied rosin to the whole bow, one end to another, making sure to cover it evenly.
Then, she was able to lift it and begin to practice. It was important to remember that, she knew, to keep a focus on those small things. Her tendency towards a "brute force and ignorance" approach often came across in other things. Like in her many failed attempts at cooking and her equally monstrous foray into painting, Vega simply did not have the patience to do such repetitious movements, such boring things. Yet, as she lifted the fiddle and adjusted it in her hands, she felt a by-now familiar feeling of pleasure and she smiled. She was standing, because she wanted to stand when she played. She had spent so long sitting down and laying down that if it was down to her at this point, she'd sleep standing up. Having been afraid that she might never do it again, standing was a delight to the young mixedblood woman.
And as she began to play, she heard the first notes from the instrument in her hands and she smiled, half closing her eyes and just allowing herself to play through the melody once, slowly. Speed would come, she knew. Accuracy was first.
She was getting better, she knew and, as she always did and for reasons she didn't entirely understand, she automatically and unconsciously used the ability granted to her by Xiur, lighting the fiddle up with starlight as she lifted it up to her, nestling it under her chin. The more she played it, the more Vega understood the music. Understood it, and felt it. Silver blood ran with music, her father told her. Dance and song, notes played on fiddles and lutes, and finally, she was beginning to understand. So, lifting the fiddle up, Vega made sure to drop her elbow low, pulling it close and moving across close to the middle of her form. Minimising the amount of distance her bow had to travel at it's furthest, would make the difference to her. Because this piece, she had practised and practised and yet now, she knew, she had to speed up.
And the speed was all about detail and that, Vega knew, was where the Devil lived.
So, with a smile she lowered the fiddle again and got the rosin. It helped the movement of the bow across the strings and that was what she needed. But she'd noticed a tendency in herself to rosin the middle of the bow more and that didn't help with the speed of the whole piece, so she made sure that she applied rosin to the whole bow, one end to another, making sure to cover it evenly.
Then, she was able to lift it and begin to practice. It was important to remember that, she knew, to keep a focus on those small things. Her tendency towards a "brute force and ignorance" approach often came across in other things. Like in her many failed attempts at cooking and her equally monstrous foray into painting, Vega simply did not have the patience to do such repetitious movements, such boring things. Yet, as she lifted the fiddle and adjusted it in her hands, she felt a by-now familiar feeling of pleasure and she smiled. She was standing, because she wanted to stand when she played. She had spent so long sitting down and laying down that if it was down to her at this point, she'd sleep standing up. Having been afraid that she might never do it again, standing was a delight to the young mixedblood woman.
And as she began to play, she heard the first notes from the instrument in her hands and she smiled, half closing her eyes and just allowing herself to play through the melody once, slowly. Speed would come, she knew. Accuracy was first.
544 Words:
Musical Instrument: Fiddle: Hold the instrument towards the middle of your body for faster play
Musical Instrument: Fiddle: Rosin the entire bow, to ensure maximum coverage and play
Musical Instrument: Fiddle: Hold the instrument towards the middle of your body for faster play
Musical Instrument: Fiddle: Rosin the entire bow, to ensure maximum coverage and play
