2024-07-14 - Merry Melodies 4.4.3

What is that?

What is that?

What is that?

From the moment the vibrating of the drum reaches his egg, Ilrioth is entranced. The following deftly plucked notes were absolutely enchanting. He had always treated life as a symphony, a blend of melodies, but never before had he been able to define just what music is, only that it is. This glorious example, this example of a master at work, well, if the little being in the egg could have cried tears of joy, they would have.

As Jemeer plays on, Ilrioth's delight only grows. Oh, but there are so many, many melodies. How apt, it thinks, to describe lives as songs - for certainly each and every being in this Weyr, this world, is in possession of the same notes, but in their own unique orders and rhythms. They are all unique yet overlapping, individual yet entwined.

They find themself wishing the Harper could stay always, that the cavern might always echo with music, the Sands thrumming to the beat of the drums. Perhaps this cannot be so, but as Ilrioth practically dances inside their egg, they commit these moments, these tunes to memory, so that they would never be without a song. Given enough time, enough experience and thought, well, he had already made poems - he would just have to make some songs of his own, as well!