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adira_tyree) wrote2005-03-11 06:15 pm
adira_tyree) wrote2005-03-11 06:15 pm
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What is the oddest gift you have been given?
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For my fifth year of artistic training (in my 9th year of life) my mother arranged to have one of the best voice instructors on Davo come to train me. He had been a vocal instructor for mother long ago and was renowned for his knowledge of opera. The gift was little different then any other I had received or at least it seemed so at the time. He died a year after I had started training with him.
My mother was devastated by his death. She stopped smiling, stopped singing, she just sat on the balcony and cried. For months she was inconsolable. She still has not gotten over his death even 14 years later.
I have my suspicions now as an adult why she took his death so badly. I have a portrait of him that he gave to me as a gift. He had the deepest brown eyes, sandy red hair and skin of coppery golden hue. I often look in the mirror at my features so strikingly different then the head of our house, the man I call father. My chestnut eyes and sandy red hair, my skin the same coppery hue as the long dead man in the portrait and I wonder why I look as I do. I wonder if my mother knew he was dying. I wonder if the rumors I hear are true. I think my mother asked him to train me so that I could meet the man who was my true father once before he died.
I doubt I will ever know if my suspicion is true. Deljah can not even say his name without breaking down into tears that last for hours. If he was my father this then would be the most unique gift I have ever received.
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theatrical_muse
For my fifth year of artistic training (in my 9th year of life) my mother arranged to have one of the best voice instructors on Davo come to train me. He had been a vocal instructor for mother long ago and was renowned for his knowledge of opera. The gift was little different then any other I had received or at least it seemed so at the time. He died a year after I had started training with him.
My mother was devastated by his death. She stopped smiling, stopped singing, she just sat on the balcony and cried. For months she was inconsolable. She still has not gotten over his death even 14 years later.
I have my suspicions now as an adult why she took his death so badly. I have a portrait of him that he gave to me as a gift. He had the deepest brown eyes, sandy red hair and skin of coppery golden hue. I often look in the mirror at my features so strikingly different then the head of our house, the man I call father. My chestnut eyes and sandy red hair, my skin the same coppery hue as the long dead man in the portrait and I wonder why I look as I do. I wonder if my mother knew he was dying. I wonder if the rumors I hear are true. I think my mother asked him to train me so that I could meet the man who was my true father once before he died.
I doubt I will ever know if my suspicion is true. Deljah can not even say his name without breaking down into tears that last for hours. If he was my father this then would be the most unique gift I have ever received.
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theatrical_muse
writing as first season Londo
*secretly plans to find recordings of this man, if they exist, and send them to her as a gift*
If he was your father, then he gave the universe the best gift of all.
Re: writing as first season Londo
Re: writing as first season Londo
I never met him, but my friend Urza who was far longer in the military than I was did, and he told me a story about him. He said that one day, they heard the sound of a bird, a very sweet sound, and were curious of how the bird looked, but it was a shy animal, and they could not lure it out in the open. But then Thero managed to imitate the song of the bird precisely, and out it came. A bedraggled brown-feathered creature, and Urza was disappointed, but Thero quite correctly chided him and encouraged him to listen to the voice of the bird again, and then the two actually sang in unison. Urza swore that this was true, and that Thero's composition "Morning Song" was inspired by this event.
You know, the humans compare us to birds, due to the way we men wear our hair. I shall endeaver not to stretch the metaphor and look at my coats for a brown one, hm?
In the meantime, he ordered the available recordings of Thero to be downloaded on a crystal and shipped to Adira on Davo.
Thero
He wrote most of his poems during and after his military service. Some of them can be very depressing, but I should think the ones that you read were of the cheerful sort. In that case, you should probably thank my mother. Most of his inspirational poems were written for or about Deljah. One of the causes of the rumors no doubt.
I think the birds humans compare us to are not brown but multicolored. If I remember they are called peacocks and the metaphor they use goes well beyond the hair. Besides I do not think I could ever imagine you wearing brown.
Adira rushes off to the study and finds one of Lord Thero's handwritten manuscripts of love poems and sits down to write a letter to Londo.