1st Trial of Ashan during Arc 718
"You know, I get that it's a good noise when you do it right, I'm jus' sayin," Vega said to Fi with a smile, "there's nowhere for anyone to hide, an' two of us learning? Well, that seems a bit 'arsh, don't it?" Fi laughed and shook her head. "Everyone starts somewhere. Come on, then. Lets start with holding it." They were learning together, from the books which Joq'an had bought for her. Vega looked at Fi and one red eyebrow raised. "Holdin' it?" Fi nodded. "It is important, so it says here, that you hold it, carefully. Like it is a most precious thing. Caress it like a lover, yes?" That caused a huff from Vega and Fi looked at her questioningly. "Right, well, you an' that book might not 'ave noticed, but both my legs are broken, they hurt like I can't tell you an' on top of that, they're splinted an' tied together. So, if I'm 'oldin' it like I'm caressin' a lover, then it'll be me lookin' at it longingly and from a distance." With a deep frown she glanced at the fiddle accusingly. "An' by all accounts, tryin' to persuade it to let someone else play it or workin' out a non-embarrassin' manner of sendin' it away so at least it can play itself. Can we not use that analogy, love, that a'right?" Fi looked at her and the biqaj woman suddenly burst out laughing. Vega glared at her for a full five trill and then her own laughter mingled.
"Shurrup, oh, ow." Vega grinned and grimaced simultaneously. "Alrigh', so we hold it like this?" She'd seen people holding fiddles, and she nestled it under her chin, resting on her shoulder and moved her arm out to let the neck rest on her palm. Fi did the same and moved it around until she was happy. "It says it should be comfortable, nestled between chin and shoulder, not rubbing or painful." Vega nodded and adjusted it until her elbow was more or less under the exact middle of the instrument and she looked at Fi with a raised eyebrow. Glancing down at the diagrams in the book, Vega considered that the pair of them looked like the drawings. "Look, though, the wrist looks kinda turned, there, is that right?"
Fi looked at the book and she frowned, nodding her head. "Yes, it says here that it is important not to let the neck of the instrument rest against your wrist. Especially for you, since you are left handed. Make the wrist rounded, yes, like that." Vega nodded and looked at Fi with a critical eye, examining the way that she held the instrument and then, because Vega was who she was, she thought something and said it. "So, what's the deal with you, then?" Fi looked surprised, and so Vega continued. "Well, yer nice as a person. Yer one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen an' you are travellin' with a bunch of people who are paired off. How's that then?"
Fi considered and lowered the fiddle in her grasp for a moment, but then obviously decided to practice lifting it and getting it in place. "You are clan. I decided to join when my sisters did, and so I travel with them and their husbands. Joq'an has been very kind to me." Vega pursed her lips slightly and wondered if that was what it was. Did this woman, an arc or two older than her, have some kind of thing for her father? Vega couldn't quite help but think that she might and she really was not happy about it. "You got yer eye on an older man, there?" Fi looked at her, rather surprised that she had spotted it. In truth, she was shocked that Vega had spotted her feelings for Huw, her older cousin, but then she supposed that she might be being rather obvious. However, Fi came from a clan which was quite traditional about such things, and the chief of the clan would need to give consent for such.
Vega, however, still convinced that Fi's feelings were for the head of said clan, looked at her incredulously as Fi asked, "Vega, he is your father and you know him best," it took all of Vega's self control not to wrinkle her nose and beat the woman over the head with her fiddle. "What do you think Joq'an would say?" Vega had to admire the unmitigated brass balls of the woman, she was unbelievable. However, she had to be honest. "He'd be an absolute firm no, love, I'm sorry. He's right traditional about stuff like that," and she resisted the urge to point out that Fi was two arcs, maximum, older than her. Fi looked disappointed, her emotions swirling in her eyes as they showed on her face and Vega added, kindly. "Look, love, you'd be better off findin' someone closer to your age. What about Huw?" After all, Vega thought, her cousin was just about a decade older than Fi. An older chap, but not her father.
Fi sighed and shook her head, "No, you are right," Vega's point (or the one Fi thought she was making) was fair. It was not fair on Huw for her to be pursuing him. He had obviously made the decision to not wed and they would probably have different wishes and wants from life. "I will be better pursuing someone else. Something else." Vega nodded and smiled, pleased that she'd let the woman down from pursuing her father, which was gross to the mixed-race redhead. Shame about Huw though, she thought and then asked. "So come on, then, how'd we hold these sticks?"
"Shurrup, oh, ow." Vega grinned and grimaced simultaneously. "Alrigh', so we hold it like this?" She'd seen people holding fiddles, and she nestled it under her chin, resting on her shoulder and moved her arm out to let the neck rest on her palm. Fi did the same and moved it around until she was happy. "It says it should be comfortable, nestled between chin and shoulder, not rubbing or painful." Vega nodded and adjusted it until her elbow was more or less under the exact middle of the instrument and she looked at Fi with a raised eyebrow. Glancing down at the diagrams in the book, Vega considered that the pair of them looked like the drawings. "Look, though, the wrist looks kinda turned, there, is that right?"
Fi looked at the book and she frowned, nodding her head. "Yes, it says here that it is important not to let the neck of the instrument rest against your wrist. Especially for you, since you are left handed. Make the wrist rounded, yes, like that." Vega nodded and looked at Fi with a critical eye, examining the way that she held the instrument and then, because Vega was who she was, she thought something and said it. "So, what's the deal with you, then?" Fi looked surprised, and so Vega continued. "Well, yer nice as a person. Yer one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen an' you are travellin' with a bunch of people who are paired off. How's that then?"
Fi considered and lowered the fiddle in her grasp for a moment, but then obviously decided to practice lifting it and getting it in place. "You are clan. I decided to join when my sisters did, and so I travel with them and their husbands. Joq'an has been very kind to me." Vega pursed her lips slightly and wondered if that was what it was. Did this woman, an arc or two older than her, have some kind of thing for her father? Vega couldn't quite help but think that she might and she really was not happy about it. "You got yer eye on an older man, there?" Fi looked at her, rather surprised that she had spotted it. In truth, she was shocked that Vega had spotted her feelings for Huw, her older cousin, but then she supposed that she might be being rather obvious. However, Fi came from a clan which was quite traditional about such things, and the chief of the clan would need to give consent for such.
Vega, however, still convinced that Fi's feelings were for the head of said clan, looked at her incredulously as Fi asked, "Vega, he is your father and you know him best," it took all of Vega's self control not to wrinkle her nose and beat the woman over the head with her fiddle. "What do you think Joq'an would say?" Vega had to admire the unmitigated brass balls of the woman, she was unbelievable. However, she had to be honest. "He'd be an absolute firm no, love, I'm sorry. He's right traditional about stuff like that," and she resisted the urge to point out that Fi was two arcs, maximum, older than her. Fi looked disappointed, her emotions swirling in her eyes as they showed on her face and Vega added, kindly. "Look, love, you'd be better off findin' someone closer to your age. What about Huw?" After all, Vega thought, her cousin was just about a decade older than Fi. An older chap, but not her father.
Fi sighed and shook her head, "No, you are right," Vega's point (or the one Fi thought she was making) was fair. It was not fair on Huw for her to be pursuing him. He had obviously made the decision to not wed and they would probably have different wishes and wants from life. "I will be better pursuing someone else. Something else." Vega nodded and smiled, pleased that she'd let the woman down from pursuing her father, which was gross to the mixed-race redhead. Shame about Huw though, she thought and then asked. "So come on, then, how'd we hold these sticks?"
