It's a Musical! {Scar, Basil}
Mar 5, 2021 19:06:40 GMT -5
Post by Fflewddur Fflam on Mar 5, 2021 19:06:40 GMT -5
Fflewddur Fflam stalked down the Fantasyland street with brow furrowed and jaw clenched, clearly angry about something. And was he talking to himself? Though it may've seemed like it to an observer, he was actually addressing his harp.
"I have had my fill of you!" he almost shouted. "You had no cause to break a string and spoil my concert in that way! All I said was I had played before kings. I was referring to myself; when I was king, I performed in front of the mirror on many occasions. That counts!" The harp's response was to snap another string.
The bard wasn't really paying attention to where he was going; he merely followed the flow of the crowd. And before he knew it, Fflewddur found himself standing upon a boat dock being hustled into the rearmost seat of a flat boat.
He sat with arms folded, still grumbling as the boat sailed down a river running through a large building, of all things. Fflam paid no attention to the cheerful dancing dolls that surrounded him with song, so piqued was he. "For two coins, I'd fling you overboard," he said to the offending harp. And he might've done it, too, if his eye hadn't just then fallen upon a green-clad doll playing...a harp.
The doll was clearly meant to represent the Fair Folk, or their kind. But the harp gave him an idea.
As Fflewddur was the last man in the boat, none of his fellow passengers saw him step onto the shore, where the minstrel picked up the harp and replaced it with his own. "You think you are so smart, well see how you enjoy this!"
Fflewddur scrambled back into the boat, with considerably less grace, rocking it enough to make his fellow passengers turn around to scowl at him. Well, let them. He'd finally gotten rid of that musical tattler, and found a new harp that was every bit as nice. And no pesky enchantment this time.
"I have had my fill of you!" he almost shouted. "You had no cause to break a string and spoil my concert in that way! All I said was I had played before kings. I was referring to myself; when I was king, I performed in front of the mirror on many occasions. That counts!" The harp's response was to snap another string.
The bard wasn't really paying attention to where he was going; he merely followed the flow of the crowd. And before he knew it, Fflewddur found himself standing upon a boat dock being hustled into the rearmost seat of a flat boat.
He sat with arms folded, still grumbling as the boat sailed down a river running through a large building, of all things. Fflam paid no attention to the cheerful dancing dolls that surrounded him with song, so piqued was he. "For two coins, I'd fling you overboard," he said to the offending harp. And he might've done it, too, if his eye hadn't just then fallen upon a green-clad doll playing...a harp.
The doll was clearly meant to represent the Fair Folk, or their kind. But the harp gave him an idea.
As Fflewddur was the last man in the boat, none of his fellow passengers saw him step onto the shore, where the minstrel picked up the harp and replaced it with his own. "You think you are so smart, well see how you enjoy this!"
Fflewddur scrambled back into the boat, with considerably less grace, rocking it enough to make his fellow passengers turn around to scowl at him. Well, let them. He'd finally gotten rid of that musical tattler, and found a new harp that was every bit as nice. And no pesky enchantment this time.