OOC: Man, it's been a bit since I posted. *stretches* Here goes! =) 500+
Maldrid had enjoyed his recent comeback to the pack. He'd been sure to enjoy the creature comforts that the manor had to offer. He enjoyed the shelter that it provided and also how it echoed his music throughout it. It offered peace when he needed it. The air was still and quiet in his room when no one was around, when everyone was about the pack territory. He loved those moments, he loved how it let him be alone to his thoughts.
The room that he'd picked out this time was similar to the last one. It was an open space that wouldn't cause anyone to get claustrophobic. It had two windows, in case Maldrid needed to let in any light, that were evenly spaced along the wall that overlooked the back portion of the manor. There were plenty of places that Maldrid could store any item he so desired. There were a few bookshelves that were empty and made Maldrid consider getting some books of his own. It was comforting to have this space to himself that he could retreat to if he wanted time alone.
Maldrid played a tune softly to himself on his lute. Images in his mind then were reflected to his fingers which then strummed out the notes that were translated from his mental picture. Often did he do this, but not so often did he write the notes down. If he had something that truly touched him he'd play it as much as he could so he could get it memorized. Only recently did Maldrid start to record his songs on paper. This was due to the fact that he was able to focus on other things than his next meal out in the wilderness.
It surprised Maldrid at how much of a song library he had in his head. The first thing that he needed to consider was which one to write down first. This frustrated him quite a bit as he was impatient to write them down. He then finally decided to write the first one that came to mind. After that he went by that method on his recording.
Maldrid played for just over fifteen minutes when he heard a howl. This howl wasn't an ordinary howl, it was a howl to call the members of the pack together in celebration. This perked up Maldrid's ears in excitement. This would be a great night indeed. He got up from where he was sitting and grabbed his instruments. If there was to be a celebration Maldrid was sure that music would be appreciated. He went out of his room and went in the direction of the howl. After a brief period of briskly walking Maldrid saw Anu in an area that was decorated with the horticulturalist's skill. Maldrid smiled to her and said, "If there's going to be a celebration there'd better be music." After which Maldrid sat down and started to play on his recorder an exciting song that would be sure to excite anyone that heard it.
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