Boddynock
First Post
Tensions ease and people relax after the magically enhanced meal. Jendral goes to give the horses some further attention, whistling while he works. Allistra takes up the tune, humming it softly. Her voice is soft and low. Milak settles into his customary position, leaning back against a wagon wheel, and occasionally drinking from a small flask he pulls out of his hip pocket.
After a while the caravan marshall retrieves a small, wooden recorder from a pocket in her sleeve and starts to play. She begins with the simple tune Jendral was whistling, then teases out a lovely melody which goes beyond the merely popular, shaping phrases to perfection as her fingers move deftly upon the holes. From there she moves on to a sad and soulful ballad, before finishing off with a quick medley of dance tunes which literally have her audience’s toes tapping.
She looks up, smiles at the group and says, “Can’t have my guards falling asleep, now can I?” Then she stands, sliding her instrument back up her sleeve, and continues, “Right, Milak, my turn to wash the dishes. And you lot - you’d better work out who’s taking which watch! We make an early start again in the morning.”
After a while the caravan marshall retrieves a small, wooden recorder from a pocket in her sleeve and starts to play. She begins with the simple tune Jendral was whistling, then teases out a lovely melody which goes beyond the merely popular, shaping phrases to perfection as her fingers move deftly upon the holes. From there she moves on to a sad and soulful ballad, before finishing off with a quick medley of dance tunes which literally have her audience’s toes tapping.
She looks up, smiles at the group and says, “Can’t have my guards falling asleep, now can I?” Then she stands, sliding her instrument back up her sleeve, and continues, “Right, Milak, my turn to wash the dishes. And you lot - you’d better work out who’s taking which watch! We make an early start again in the morning.”