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Jun 3, 2006 19:36:36 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on Jun 3, 2006 19:36:36 GMT
*Geordie, not to be outdone, pulls a tin whistle from his sporran.* Weel, tis not tha pipes, but weel enough.
*Geordie begins to play a song entitled "Follow me up to Carlow," wondering if anyone will know the lyrics.*
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Jun 4, 2006 10:51:05 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jun 4, 2006 10:51:05 GMT
*Terragon watches Ayeny and Geordie through half-closed eyes. Arven and his minion, Talis, scurry around the later laughing for some reason.*
It's magic. *Ashnel confirms, barely concealing another smirk. The red squirrel groans. Not again...*
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Jun 4, 2006 11:09:14 GMT
Post by Ayeny Alashia on Jun 4, 2006 11:09:14 GMT
What's magic? *Ayeny asks, looking at Ashnel curiously, for as far as she can see, nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Strange...*
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Jun 4, 2006 20:29:38 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on Jun 4, 2006 20:29:38 GMT
*Geordie finishes the song and takes the whistle from his lips.* That's an int'restin' instrument ye hae, Ayeny. Moind if Ah take a look at it?
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Jun 5, 2006 9:13:39 GMT
Post by Ayeny Alashia on Jun 5, 2006 9:13:39 GMT
*Ayeny looks at him, surprised, then grins, and holds the flute out with both paws.* Be my guest, *she says to Geordie.*
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Jun 5, 2006 20:07:50 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on Jun 5, 2006 20:07:50 GMT
*Geordie examines the instrument closely.* Hmm...excellent make. Tha holes are jest tha right shape, an' evenly spaced--parfect distance fer yore paws, lass. Ah'm nae familiar with tha material, but judgin' by yore playin', Ah'd say it gi'es tha music parfect tone.
*Geordie hands the instrument back to Ayeny.* Take good care o' this, lass. Tis a foine instument.
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Jun 6, 2006 19:36:36 GMT
Post by Ayeny Alashia on Jun 6, 2006 19:36:36 GMT
I will... *Ayeny trails off, blushing very deeply at Geordie's praise. After a slightly hesitant pause, she makes herself speak.*
For not knowing anything of the make, you certainly know what to look for in an instrument, *she says, trying to take the attention off herself.*
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Jun 7, 2006 5:12:57 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on Jun 7, 2006 5:12:57 GMT
Weel, lass, Ah've had some experience with makin' me own instruments. Ah did some trainin' in tha bardin' trade.
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Jun 12, 2006 6:57:32 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jun 12, 2006 6:57:32 GMT
*Ashnel gives Geordie a doubtful look.* You did?! Why no' anymore-? Did they throw y'out for singing too loudly 'bout ale? *Arven and Talis snicker. Terragon shruggs.*
You've got t'agree with them, Geord'... They have a point.
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Jun 12, 2006 15:39:47 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on Jun 12, 2006 15:39:47 GMT
Ach, tain't fittin' fer a Laird's son te be a bard...train in it, aye, but be one? Nae, me fayther was strict aboot that one.
An' Ah'll hae ye know, lad, *he says, turning to Ashnel,* that all tha bards sing tha songs o' Whiskey an' Cider. Where do ye think Ah learned them?
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Jun 13, 2006 15:56:48 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jun 13, 2006 15:56:48 GMT
The Whispering Willow Tavern. *Terragon replies, shortly, giving no quarter on the argument. A broad grin spreads across Ashnel's face.* The Tavern... *He agrees, in an awed tone.*
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Jun 13, 2006 16:18:53 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on Jun 13, 2006 16:18:53 GMT
*Geordie laughs.* Weel, ye got me there lass...some o' me trainin' did take place in tha pub.
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Jul 1, 2006 9:02:45 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 1, 2006 9:02:45 GMT
*Terragon smirks triumphantly, while Ashnel seems to side with only himself, on the theory that: No matter what happens, the Whispering Willow Tavern will always stand strong. He voices this in an undertone to Talis and Arven, who stop annoying the others and nod solemnly.*
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Jul 2, 2006 8:07:46 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on Jul 2, 2006 8:07:46 GMT
But it was still tha bard's that did tha trainin'...they jest did it o'er me fayther's best brew...
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Jul 19, 2006 8:05:46 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 19, 2006 8:05:46 GMT
*Terragon rolls her eyes in a way that plainly says: "Here we go again." Ashnel smirks, but quickly hurries back to looking impassive and pretending not to take sides. His expression glazes over at the mention of the tavern.*
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