My life flows on in endless song above earth's lamentation; I hear the sweet, tho' far-off hymn

[returnsmagic]

Who: Aurican and all the regulars and employees and employers at Purgatory
When: Monday, April 30th
Where: Purgatory
Summary: A day of a harpist in Purgartory
Warnings: Aurican is the least offensive guy out there.

Aurican never had a job until now. As a dragon, he is mostly exempt from needing anything from society, as he can take whatever he wanted as he pleased. So in this grand city, a city of corruption, darkness, and despair, he had to make do. 

Considering the city's options, he thinks he did quite nicely on his first job. 

Throughout the day, he spent his time playing the harp, playing songs that he created at home and here. He never sang - just told the stories of his brave kin-brothers dying in battle, his kin-sisters creating the next generation of dragons with his fingers alone. His harp sang sweet songs of loss, of bravery, of sadness and joy and eternal light of goodness and fealty while also moaning the curses of evil and darkness, of cruelty and avarice and destruction.  Being able to tell these stories, in the silent manner he can only tell is relieving, much so that he doesn't mind if the applause is there or not. 

Several times in the day he will step down to allow another musician or another entertainer for their turn. As he does so, he will take his break, enjoying the food and some of the winery.

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[ibreakrules]

"Yeah, that'll work."

Frau stayed silent while the bartender got them each drinks, debating if he should even voice his question. He wasn't all that sure he wanted to since it might bring up questions he didn't want to answer. After taking a quick sip of his water he decided he needed to.

"That song... what was it about?"

[returnsmagic]

"Life," he says. "As one experiences it."

Taking a sip of his drink. He plays for his life, but others are free to interpret his own sorrows for their own.

[ibreakrules]

Frau cocked an eyebrow in surprise. He hadn't been expecting that answer, and it definitely wasn't a good one. It was vague and could easily be interpreted as just about anything. Besides, there was too much to life to compose a single song that encompassed everything.

"Maybe one experience," Frau insisted, "but not all of it."

[returnsmagic]

"Is it?" Aurican gives the man a faint, wry smile. "Is the sadness of losing brothers greater or lesser than the sadness you experienced, or our friend bartender's grief?

Tragedy is the greatest equalizing force for us all, as well as happiness. It give you a state of mind that nothing else can give."

He takes another sip, pondering. "Music is simply the translator, nothing more."

[ibreakrules]

"There, you see? That's what I was looking for. There's more to just a song than life. Each song is only a piece of it."

And Frau had felt that piece. Aurican's words confirmed it. That loss, that tragedy, it hadn't just come into Frau's mind for no reason.

wow i am so sorry for the late, I had to think on this tag for a while

[returnsmagic]

"I disagree. You can pour life into a song, for it is your song. You tell the story as you see fit, as I did just now."

But never mind that. Aurican peers at the young man before him. "Are you an artist yourself?"

[ibreakrules]

"Artist? No. Why the hell would you say that?"

Frau didn't do any type of artwork. He barely even had an appreciation for it. While he could sing decently enough, he rarely felt the need to do so.