The Turnover Talent Scout
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Aaron
Date Posted: 15th April 2024
Characters: Wirnan
Description: Wirnan has convinced an old friend who is looking to compose a masterwork for voice to come to Sunstone to hear Suynie's son Lucyien sing.
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 13, day 28 of Turn 10
Cuyrian's boots thudded against the boards of the docks as he finally debarked the ship at the Sunstone harbor.
"Cutting it a little close, aren't we, Cuy?" asked Wirnan. He had paid extra to send the man a letter via dragonwings in hopes that he would come for Turnover- specifically so he could engineer a reason for him to overhear Lucyien singing. "I thought you'd have taken me up on the offer to buy you a ride here a'dragonback."
Cuyrian pressed the extra marks back into Wirnan's palm.
"You know I hate flying, Jonsen," he grumbled. "Ah. But you're not that particular cutesy pseudonym anymore, now, are you? Wirrrnan now, is it? You really should have stuck with Jonsen."
"What's wrong with Wirnan?" The man folded his arms indignantly. "That's my proper given name now, isn't it."
"Sure it is." Cuyrian chuckled and patted his arm. "Like anyone would actually name their son Wirnan."
Wirnan rolled his eyes.
"So. Where's this prodigy? If he's worth this much to drag me out here, he'd better be the best I've ever heard."
"If you're disappointed in what you hear, you can have this back." He lifted the returned marks again. "For your troubles. The Turnover Gather starts tomorrow. You did bring something to play, didn't you?"
Cuyrian hefted a case in one hand.
"Brought my second best fiddle, just for you, Jonsy-boy. Wirrrrrny." He snickered.
"Are you having fun?"
"Oh, I'm just getting started. Welp. Where's my room?" He asked. "And have you got a porter, or do I get to carry my own bags?"
"I'll see what we can do..."
Wirnan led Cuyrian to the lodgings he had arranged. They were not necessarily meant for the long term, but neither were they obviously temporary. They could very easily be converted into permanent quarters for the Harper if he decided that it was worth his while to stay.
“Now, remember. This is important, Cuy. Cuyrian.”
“What?” The man was already unpacking his fiddle and checking the strings or whatever it was he was doing.
“Don’t mention that I brought you here when you’re speaking to the boy or her mother. I had nothing to do with it. You were just passing through and heard him singing at the Gather, yes?”
“Of course. I’m not a lackwit, Wirner, I remember what you said in your letter.” He drew his bow across the strings and wrinkled his nose.
“Wirnan.” For his part, Wirnan could not tell why he had thought it a sour note, but he nonetheless twisted his little knobs.
“That’s what I said.”
“Hm. Are you planning to play tonight somewhere in the commons?” he asked.
“Oh, surely you’ve got juniors to do that sort of thing for you, don’t you?” Cuyrian groused.
“We do. You just seemed a bit eager to get started.”
“I keep her in tune, of course. I do want to be ready at a moment’s notice. For instance, when I ever so spontaneously accompany your prodigious prodigy tomorrow. Do you think be can sing a high A?”
“Oh, sure.”
“Really?”
“Now how in the scorching fire should I know?” Wirnan crossed his arms. “I don’t know my A’s from a hole in the ground.”
Cuyrian laughed.
“There’s my old Jonsy. Say, how’s about we get something to eat?”
“I don’t want Suynie - the boy’s mother - to see you hanging around me.”
“She’s just going to be so thrilled about all this when she inevitably finds out you were behind it anyway, you know.”
“I want to help her. But she wouldn’t accept my help. I owe her. Please.”
“Alright, alright. Well. Have somebody send something up, then.”
“And what, praytell, would please the young master to eat?” Wirnan rolled his eyes, but he could not help but grin nonetheless.
“Oh, nothing special. Whatever they have lying around.”
“Mm hmm. I don’t want to hear any complaints from the kitchen about you.”
“Me? I am a perfect gentleman.”
“I’m sure. Behave yourself, Cuy. I’ll drop by again before the festivities start tomorrow.”
“Oh, that reminds me. I wanted to travel light. Could you send me up something nice to wear?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
“Can I keep it?” Cuyrian grinned from ear to ear.
“How can I refuse?”
Last updated on the April 18th 2024