Sess 30, 229: The Music of the Spheres

The Music of the Spheres
Summary: Rorey plays the dulcimer, Kierne expounds on philosophical theories of music.
OOC Date: 16/03/2014
Related: None
Players:
Rorey Kierne 
Salon - Darfield Castle
A haven of serenity amidst the rush of the castle, the salon is designed as a place for relaxation or socialization. A hearty fire burns in the massive, marble fireplace, throwing a russet glow across the room. The walls are divided top from bottom with pale wooden paneling above and lapis marble with silver veins shot through it below. Several armchairs, a couch, and a loveseat are set around a beautiful table for an intimate tete-a-tete, the furniture finely made of deep mahogany wood with blue and silver cushions. An azure rug covers the center of the room, but at the edges the dark wood of the floor can be seen. A side table holds tea, coffee, wine and several small hors d'oeuvres, and desserts.
Sess 30, 229

Kierne has changed from the impressive squirely kit he'd worn to the wedding, embazoned as it was with the Lily of Lakeshire, into his usual, comfy work clothes, a long red woolen tunic which is just a little big for him, looking snuggly and cozy for him to slouch about the castle in, and a pair of hide trousers which are well-tailored to his legs without being ostentatious. He's raiding the Salon for a bit of the hair of the dog that bit him last night after the wedding, and is drawing himself back from the ravages of hangover into a pleasantly tippled state, lounging barefooted on a couch with his boots on the floor next to him, one knee drawn up with a book laid against his thigh, sipping from a goblet and reading voraciously.

Lady Rorey is attired in a comfortable 'every-day' sort of noblewoman's gown, of Haravean's shade of green, and trimmed in the silvery-white of her house, with little flowers decorating the sweeping bell and cuffs of the long sleeves. It's a modest gown, to be sure; she and her maid bring in a rectangular-ish case, and a stand… perhaps a musical instrument? Sharp eyes and her wits about her, she sees Kierne lounging here already, and lifts a hand to give a small wave, "Good day, Lord… Kierne, is it?" Yes, she thinks she's got his name. A guard stands near the door, on the inside; one more would be standing outside, too. Brother's orders, and all.

Kierne doesn't pay any mind to the first or second of the entourage arriving, but once the party's become a threesome it's clear this is not a party to be ignored, and so he places a thumb onto the text, holding his spot and looking up, lifting his goblet in a casual salute to the Lady. "That's me," he tosses her a casual little smile, "I'm sorry, Lady, that I can't put a name to your face. If you could find it in your heart to remind me, I will do my best in future not to be so negligent."

The young woman chuckles, as she and her maid go about setting the stand upright, opening the case on a nearby sofa, and gently lifting her beloved, hammered dulcimer out. "Quite alright, my Lord - I am Lady Rorey Haravean. I daresay it would be difficult to memorize everyone's name." She situates the instrument just as she likes it, and continues in a different vein, "I thought to come relax and play a little music in here… The salon is most relaxing!"

"Lady Rorey," Kierne repeats with a certain intense focus, as though attempting to pin the woman's visage together with the appropriate nomenclature in his mind. "Heavens!" he enunciates more lightly as she unveils the dulcimer. "Have you mastered that creature? I've barely managed a song or two on the little psaltery, and most of the time it ends up mastering me rather than the other way around. My Lord Knight tried to have me take up the dulcimer, but I dug in my heels, rather, and at length he relented. Or perhaps her Grace, his wife, was tired of having her ears tormented by the horrible sounds I was making." A pause, then a grin, "Not to mention the sounds from the psaltery."

Smiling with understanding, Rorey listens, nodding as she takes the slender wooden hammers out of their carrying bag. "Yes, it's not the easiest of instruments, but I'm lucky to have a knack for the stringed ones, I suppose. The flute is fun, too. Do you play any other instruments?" The Lady asks, making a little conversation. Tap; a pair of notes rings out, and she adjusts the sound by making a subtle turn of the first of a series of knobs at the top with a special, key-like tool.

"No, Lady, I am content to be abused by my psaltery alone. She would certainly grow jealous otherwise," Kierne jests, draining the rest of his morning wine and setting the goblet aside on a table, opening up his book once more, though he doesn't go back to reading, yet. "It's said that the stringed instruments require a certain sagacity of mind, which it may be I simply do not possess. Still, the theory behind them is beautiful. So I thought to put my hand to it. No pun intended."

Rorey continues to tune the dulcimer, quietly tapping; all the while she converses with Kierne a bit, humming and nodding slightly, "Yes, perhaps you're right in that. But at least you put in a bit of effort, yes? I'm sure you have other hobbies to enjoy; music isn't for everyone, just like not everyone is an avid hunter, or gardener. Niches make us interesting."

"It's true. If all men were apt for all things, then each man might live contentedly by himself. Our deficiencies produce interdependence; interdependence, society; society, order; order, peace." Kierne pauses for a moment, then smiles. "My hobby is to study the philosophers. Did you know that all the sounds of the dulcimer are playing all about us, all at once? But that we may not hear it?" he riddles at her, after his philosophical bent.

Rorey's brows furrow together in thought, "Oh. That's a rather interesting riddle. I wonder how it could be so." A philosopher, the woman is not; but she does tap out a lovely prelude to a longer musical piece on the dulcimer. It's been a while since she played, but the sound is lovely, light and sweet, like springtime. Easy enough to talk around, as well.

"If you should play a scale, you would find seven sounds; the first belongs to Thedor, the second to Sess, the third to Cri, the fourth to Sheat, the fifth to Nar, the sixth to Alasair, and the seventh to Umbra. To play the eighth note on the scale brings you back to Thedor, who passes the boundary between one scale and the next. Inouv, according to his nature, runs silent. Each scale is but a variety of the one before it, and the eight reveal themselves as scaled eternally through each successive motion," Kierne takes to explaining, his voice engaging but mild, held just audible above the singing of the dulcimer. "Now you know that the sound from the dulcimer is produced by a vibration of the string, and that each string vibrates at its own accustomed pace. What is a vibration but a motion to and fro? And what is an orbit but a motion to and fro along all axes of motion? Therefore it is supposed that the Eight in their motions across the sky reverberate with the same frequency, if upon a differing scale, as their associated tones on the stringed instruments. And that all eight create a harmonious cosmic melody which we, having heard it continually from birth, do not register as anything but silence. Imagine that when you were born a horn were playing one continual note in the room, and that you continued to hear that note at the same pitch for your entire life, until you were grieved of by your loved ones. Having never known a world without that noise, you would never truly hear it, but have it as the baseline of sound over which you hear other things. Just so, no man has ever been alive but that there was not this celestial music playing, and thus we only hear it as silence."

Kierne spends 1 luck points on explaining the Music of the Spheres correctly.

<FS3> Kierne rolls Philosophy + 50: Amazing Success.

As he expounds, Rorey plays out the notes; one at a time, up the scale and then again, and again, as high as the dulcimer would allow her to go… and then, just for fun, back down, a bubbling-waters-brook type of descent. "That is intriguing, I must say. It does make sense, in a way, I suppose." She'll certainly be thinking on it for a time. The descent of the scales melts into another tune, as she takes it easy with her practicing.

Kierne cocks one eyebrow as Rorey lends her assent to the theory, a little bit amused by it, for one reason or the other. "It's more complicated than that, of course. I can show you where in the library you can read about it, if you want. There's a little tome I think you'd like, by a music professor, Hamous, Homous, something like that. It talks about the theory of composing music for one purpose or another by the purposeful use of certain combinations of the divine tones."

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