With a smile, Nahli rests her lyre-harp against her side and strums the course, producing a pretty melody that resounds throughout the cavern. She plays a small, soothing ditty for anyone close enough to hear. A song that put the hearts and minds of those at ease. How long, Nahli wondered, had these people slept with naught but the cries of beasts and the wail of the desert winds? Too long, she thought, but no longer. They all deserved a small respite.Â
Even as she played, she also listened, one ear splayed to the side, the other forward. The song was soft enough not to drown out Odette's story. She could only imagine what it would be like to have little to do but learn how to play. A sorrowful expression crosses Nahli's face for but a moment, though her music plays the same. "It was time well spent, so I say. You are more accomplished than most minstrels I have met."Â
The miqo'te lays her hands across the strings of her lyre-harp to still them, rendering the melody quiet for the time being. She takes her own time to consider the tale of how she learned, and a smile plays on her lips at the memories.Â
"It was just after my seventh name day. My Mother asked me to go to the market in Gridania. I ran into a man there. A hyur with little but an Eorzean Lyre-Harp and a bow. He said that I had the heart of a bard, and that with that heart I could inspire people. Touch their souls in ways that others could not. From that day forth I poured my time into the study of word, song, verse, and the bow. The art of being a bard has been lost over the years. Many assume a bard to be a traveling performer who plays for commoners and kings. The Bards of Eld were hardened bowmen, who sang in combat to inspire their allies to great feats. I wish to be just like them. I will be just like them. Anyroad, I joined the Adders when I came of age, and recently I was taken under the wing of the man who mentors me now. He was one of the last few bards to remain."Â
She winks, "Of course, I use my talents for more than just combat. A well placed song can be a thousand times more effective than any blade."
Even as she played, she also listened, one ear splayed to the side, the other forward. The song was soft enough not to drown out Odette's story. She could only imagine what it would be like to have little to do but learn how to play. A sorrowful expression crosses Nahli's face for but a moment, though her music plays the same. "It was time well spent, so I say. You are more accomplished than most minstrels I have met."Â
The miqo'te lays her hands across the strings of her lyre-harp to still them, rendering the melody quiet for the time being. She takes her own time to consider the tale of how she learned, and a smile plays on her lips at the memories.Â
"It was just after my seventh name day. My Mother asked me to go to the market in Gridania. I ran into a man there. A hyur with little but an Eorzean Lyre-Harp and a bow. He said that I had the heart of a bard, and that with that heart I could inspire people. Touch their souls in ways that others could not. From that day forth I poured my time into the study of word, song, verse, and the bow. The art of being a bard has been lost over the years. Many assume a bard to be a traveling performer who plays for commoners and kings. The Bards of Eld were hardened bowmen, who sang in combat to inspire their allies to great feats. I wish to be just like them. I will be just like them. Anyroad, I joined the Adders when I came of age, and recently I was taken under the wing of the man who mentors me now. He was one of the last few bards to remain."Â
She winks, "Of course, I use my talents for more than just combat. A well placed song can be a thousand times more effective than any blade."