┤ Tattered Old Music Book (DRoP) ├

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Among S’drik’s belongings is a tattered, old music book containing all the basic and most well-known teaching songs from all over Pern. And stuffed within the pages of that book are even more pages. Scraps, really… Pieces of parchment, old and new, containing the little titters he writes when the mood strikes him.

Nothing in there is so good that he could show anyone, or so S’drik tells himself. He was no composer… And any songster worth his mark would laugh at the notes contained within.

No, these were written for his own enjoyment; and though Cereth continued to nose at him, telling him he should share them if he so enjoyed writing, he kept them hidden in amongst his belongings where no one could find them.

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Especially old pieces of parchment

Finger points, Eye glows red
Warning sign of the falling Thread
Red Star's close, growing nearer
To bring pods of Thread, Pern's falling terror

Alternatively:

Finger points, Eye glows red
The warning sign of the Thread
The Red Star's close, getting nearer
Bringing deadly pods that will soon release
a plague of Thread, Pern's falling terror

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From the bowl and to the skies
The dragons of Pern, they do rise
To fight Thread, far and near
Gone between, They disappear.

Alternatively:

From the bowl and to the skies
The dragons of Pern, they do rise
To fight Thread, far and near
Chewing firestone, They disappear.

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Untitled Song

Wings of fury in shell ice blue
Fractured frost in winter’s hue
Across the sands, a trembling ache
A harper lost to Bravery’s wake

To sing and play? To scrawl and craft?
To fight and fly? To score and Pass?
Why could one not be the same?
A harper aloft on dragon wing?

As true to blue as the shirt he wore
He went in search of something more
And came across that quivering ice
To seek Disdain’s chilling bite

Tooth and claw, it tore with fervour
And set that harper all aquiver
But ice in shell, he had not found
Blazing fire; a hunter bound

One day ice will crack and break
And free the fury from it’s clink
A Harper true will stand in blue
To watch Disdain’s first debut

 
Hatching Diddles

Little blue, all covered in goo
A-Quivering upon the sands
Can’t you see, we wait for you
A jewel among the Stars?

Little green of Bravery make
Thread will burn in your wake
Passed on by for man of heart
A soldier devout to her art.

Crimson star upon the sands
Terror’s broken, shattered pieces
Death’s cry gives way to hope
Dappled beauty takes her stand.

 

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While shuffling through some items on his desk, Sed's elbow just happens to bump his old music book, sending it tumbling to the ground, papers scattering everywhere. Aghast, Sed immediately stoops to pick up the tattered pages, but one just so happens to flutter it's way over to his green; Cereth catching it beneath her claws, eyes whirling curiously. This one looks old... Have you shared it with me before? she asks.

S'drik looks over at her, and then down at the the page, frowning. "Probably not... I've never finished that one. The last line has always eluded me."

Ah... What does it say?

The former harper turned a little pink, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, uh... It's a mating flight song. One that would probably be considered, ah... a little inappropriate?"

Cereth just eyed him, eyes spinning expectantly. After a while, Sed finally sighed. "Alright, alright..." the greenrider stooped to pick up the paper:

Eyes spin red, skin glows gold,
Rises, then dives at those below.
Catch is large, must not eat!
Blood it only, with sunken teeth

Blood is warm, the kill is fresh.
Two more kills! One after the next.
With eyes spinning faster, she takes off!
Bronzes spread their wings, to catch her they ought.

One mighty bronze rises above the rest,
Grabs her back and twines their necks,
Catches her claws to prevent an attack.
...

Sed's voice trails off, and again he's frowning. "That's... all I ever finished. And, looking back now, there are some obvious edits that need to be made." It was his first attempt at a real song, really... and the harper could not help but think he fell short.

True to her nature, however, Cereth nudged him before he could he could slink too far into his own self-doubt. I thought it was well enough, she told him,
And if it needs edits that badly, maybe you can work on them later?

S'drik laughed. "Maybe," he said, patting her velvety snout, "Maybe..."