A/N Just a little something I made out of boredom and an idea.
Qwan had first heard it a little over three days ago; a high pitched sound, ringing in his ears that reverberated throughout the building. It had been keeping him up late at night that whole time, and he was still no closer to finding out what in the name of king Frond it was, though he had to admit, there seemed to be a tune going along with the screeches.
It was on that night that he finally followed the sound, curious and sleep deprived, to his pupils room. It was the loudest here, no doubt about it (his bleeding ears said so), but what wanted to know what it was and why, and he couldn’t rightly figure that out without coming in, so he did.
It was, in fact, No1, playing some sort of Mud Man instrument. What was it called again? Ah yes, a cello.
“What in Haven’s name are you doing boy?”
The attempted music stopped suddenly at the warlocks gravely tones and No1 stood hurriedly, placing the bow where he had been sitting. “Sorry!” He muttered with a slight cringe. “I-I didn’t know I woke you!” Woke him? It was impossible to wake someone who was already up last time he’d checked. “I’ll, err, stop now.” The imp slowly reached for the bow again, handing it back to his teacher with a gloomy look on his face. He seemed to have enjoyed the instrument in the few seconds he’d seen him, and there was potential there. He just needed to work on it a bit.
Qwan gently took the boy from the imps hand before plopping him back on the stool he’d been using.
Qwan smiled slightly, placing the bow in the boys hand once more, placing his hand over it. “You need to draw out more power, or you’ll never get the notes right.” He said smoothly, moving the bow across the strings and a harmonious, golden noise seemed to come from it. No1 stared at his cello, then his teacher, than back to the cello.
“Did I really just do that?” The little imp asked, eyes wide in wonder.
Qwan nodded. “Yes. Now let’s start working on that piece you were trying to play.”