[Mkguild] Marginally Canon Scene for my Story Arc

[C. Matthias]

Hi there! I greatly enjoyed this little ditty and fun scene.  I 
expect most folks would greet this song with stupefied 
wonder.  Especially since you showed me the source material. ;-)

However, to play a harp, you use your feet to press pedals which 
change the tension on each named string (that is, one pedal changes 
all the A strings, another changes all the B strings, etc...).  They 
can raise and lower each string by a half step, which provides all of 
the notes of the diatonic scale.  So your mockingbird will need to 
check the tunings before he plays, and he may want to keep one 
taloned foot down by the pedals at the harp's base in case he needs 
to make a key change.

That concludes today's music lesson. :-)

May He bless you and keep you in His grace and love,

Charles Matthias


>This scene likely happens sometime in May of CR 708.
>
>"Fear of the Fur"
>
>It was a busy Friday night at the Deaf Mule.  Keepers of all sorts were
>enjoying the fine food offered by Donny and his staff as they shared stories
>of the previous week's events.
>
>Dinners and story-telling were brought to a sudden halt when a mockingbird
>Keeper hopped into the musician's pit and grasped the harp's frame with his
>taloned feet.  He flexed his wings and, setting his wingclaws on the
>strings, began to pluck forth a tortured, primal melody.
>
>o/~
>No flock have I this bird flaps alone
>And when I fly under the stars
>At night or weaving 'twixt the trees
>
>As the day begins to dim
>My hopes for life they grow slim
>Eyes that shine leaves rub 'gainst fur
>
>Fear of the fur, fear of the fur
>I have a constant fear that cat or dog's
>Always near
>Fear of the fur, fear of the fur
>Shining eyes glistening teeth
>Always there
>
>Have you run your talons down the wall
>And have you felt your feathers crawl
>When you're searching for the torch?
>Sometimes when you're scared
>To take a look
>At the corner of the room
>You've sensed a hungry eye's
>Watching you
>
>Have you ever been alone at night
>Thought you heard pawsteps behind
>And turned around and no one's there?
>And as you quicken up your pace
>You find it hard to look again
>Because you're sure sharp teeth're
>Waiting there
>
>Sharing the night telling campfire tales
>Debating fur 'gainst feather and scale
>The unknown troubles on your mind
>Maybe your mind is playing tricks
>You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
>On dancing shadows from behind
>
>Fear of the fur, fear of the fur
>I have a constant fear that cat or dog's
>Always near
>Fear of the fur, fear of the fur
>Shining eyes glistening teeth
>Always there
>
>When I'm flying under the stars
>I am a bird who flaps alone
>~\o
>
>When the last note faded away, the avian musician's efforts were greeted
>with stunned silence.
>
>
>- --
>I have an old tome.  A tome bound of flesh and scribed in blood.  It
>holds many secrets, secrets for you to reveal.
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