emonstrating and speaking at the same time, Shinvar didn’t miss a beat, “there is a woman I know, I will offer directions at the end.”
Kaladis decided to press it as Shinvar seemed in no hurry to hide or cover the tattoo. “She does these snakes?”
The Eidisi had trouble strumming and talking at the same time, trying his best.
Shinvar chuckled, “no they take many arcs to get. There is a man who teaches melody unlike any other and his students receive the mark when they graduate.”
The elderly Qi’ora offered the information freely, as if it was common enough knowledge. Kaladis had trouble picturing the teacher as a student, he seemed venerable in years and talent, and if there was better out here it was worth finding out for that alone.
“I am interested in finding him as a teacher.”
Kaladis’s motivations extended to investigating leads into finding the woman who had attacked them, but he didn’t reveal this, he had to chase up any lead he could.
“So are many. They won’t see you unless you can play for them, but I will give you directions.”
The Qi’ora continued playing, and Kaladis was content he’d picked up an unexpected boon. Soon scribbled on some paper later, he squinted to read it, Gavalis was apparently the name of who he was looking for?
They picked up the pace, bringing all three tones into a basic rhythm together, Kaladis finding he had a natural talent for drums, unlike the horn which was a struggle, this was a joy. Not exactly bringing down the house, but he had a beat going, progressing to a four beat pattern, only missing the occasional beat but nothing major.
Hitting closer to the center of the drum, he muffled the sound and Shinvar advised he pulled back out of the center for most of his strokes. Demonstrating one specific technique at the center with the flat of his hand, giving a short flat sound. Feeling his student was ready for another, Shinvar introduced a scratching sound by rubbing the drum back and forth, softer with fingers, and harder with nails.
Now having five sounds to remember, the muffled center sound, the scratching or rub, the high, low and middle. Pushing Kaladis to his limit, Shinvar put all five into a rhythm and Kaladis found it difficult to keep up, dismissing any failure as momentary, it was clear he had talent for this. In his proud mind he pictured bodies of his workers, those marching under his will drumming their way to his melody, echoing out across the sands, and it was a good thought, ever cloaked in Audrae's embrace.
Fin For Now