[P] dead dancing

[Turhan]

“ bone to rune ”

Jaxis was not the type of character that the Ilati naturally suspected. Call it his queue for a future opportunity to call upon her again, or maybe he just liked girls and the sounds of their voices. Whatever the reason he stepped aside to allow Jaxis in his camp, he did so without malice in his heart. The Elder continued with his work.


You watch - I show - you do. The crazy old man said as he taught her all the steps. He had dried skins out already and so while the last one dried he had her scrape it clean. Naturally he couldn't watch her work but he could hear her, stopping the young Solterran when she scraped too hard or too unevenly. They never spoke about who they were or why they were there together - Turhan simply insisted she 'make drum'.


The Elder did not like to make a habit out of having doubt for those who were taught his lessons - he expected to be respected, and listened to. He expected what he taught to never be forgotten. "Come. Come we make the drum now." Wheels of thin, hollowed out trunks rolled (wobbled, he appeared inebriated in some way although it was hard to tell) - and rolled until they reached the fire before falling over.


He explained (in his best words) that the skin needed to come over the open body and that the weight of the sound relied heavily on the evenness of overlay on the skin. She was to use the leather ties he had prepared, to use a knife to bore holes into the skin. It was a lesson in concentration, she would have to weave and wend the thongs in such a way that it would successfully hold it in place. After a few repetitions of the task he required of her, he stepped aside to let the stranger (still nameless) try for herself.

T U R H A N
skull to dust

@Jaxis <3 It'll pick up!