--- THE MOOD FOR A MELODY

[Desna Siku Erebus]

Son, can you play me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete

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Des had arrived for the ‘party’ when he realized all the nations were congregating on Prince Edward Island at New World Academy. He wasn’t here to snoop. He wasn’t here to pry. He was here to relax and enjoy himself, as usual. It was quite frankly what Des always did. When he did have other places to be he was often late or terribly early, arriving only once he felt like it. For Desna time meant something very different. Time had never been a concern for him. He had lived in Antarctica with no human contact for a hundred and eight years where the only schedule he followed was his own. Even then, after contact with outside beings he still stuck to his own schedules and entertainments. By then It was too late to undo a hundred and eight years of damage to his sense of time and commitment to the clock.

As a result, Desna often skipped classes, meandered about and did nothing of apparent note or interest. He was taking bare bones workload so he only had two classes, one of which he was considering dropping. He didn’t live on campus so he had no reason to care about the schooling. He was interested in some of what he was learning, but not enough to give an excess of effort. So on a Tuesday Afternoon he found himself in an empty music room…his class had ended only an hour before and he had wandered until he found himself near the grand piano in front of him.

Desna’s many years spent alone with no human constructs other than what he could build with ice and remnants of seal and penguin carcass had given Des a wonderful love of all things man made. This included a wide range of interests in hobbies that Des was well practiced in. He was skilled in cooking, writing, dance, drawing, painting, sculpture, knitting, sewing, woodworking and able to handle a large number of instruments. Desna spent more than 90% of the year at his home in Antarctica with just his seven dogs. So he had plenty of time to practice his various interests and hobbies, formed from knowledge gained during the 1900s. Desna’s most prominent hobby and the one that excited him the most was by far food, seeing as his diet was strictly Seal, Fish and Penguin for half of his life. But his runner up by far would be music.

Music had been wondrous for Desna. It had been like a form of magic to him when he had first heard it. He spent most of his life without knowledge of its existence and when he finally did get exposure it was the most beautiful thing in the world to him (amazing seasoned foods aside). He had immediately taken to getting instruments and learning for himself to create that beauty so he could enjoy it even on his own in his home. As a result, his skills with music had grown quickly and to great effect.

Des sat himself on the bench and pulled the protective cover up to reveal the ivory keys. He had his own grand piano at home and it got a lot of use. He quickly played a few keys from Mary had a little lamb to get an idea of its sound before starting on Moonlight Sonata, his hands gliding along the keys. Des didn’t advertise his own talents often, but he did know what he was doing with most important things. If he found himself clueless as to how to do something he needed to know, he learned it. He had to take care of everything himself in Antarctica and there was no internet connection to give him an answer after all…

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•• Tag • Open ••
•• Words • 626 ••
•• Outfit • Black Jeans, and a Black Tank Top.
•• Lyrics • "Piano Man" By Billy Joel ••

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