The Death of A Poem
Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2021 10:13 pm
The Death of A Poem
Frost 14 Year 120
Pahoran was sitting cooling his heels waiting for his appointment. The white winged Avialae was getting feeling a bit uncomfortable and also beginning to get a bit board. The first part was because he was out of his armor and was in regular civilian clothing. He just wasn’t used to not feeling a layer of protection around his flesh. He had been wearing armor of some type since he was a child. The second part was because he had been sitting in this chair for close to half an hour now. While it was true that the young man had been a tad early, not that early.
Pah sat with his wings wrapped around himself like a type of cloak. He sat there rigidly, but his eyes looked around the room taking it all in, unfortunately there wasn’t anything new to take in. Just as he was giving serious thought to leaving he heard a door open. His eyes ice blue eyes shot towards the change in the room and took in the arrival of a new person. The young man had seen a few of the servants while waiting, and he could quickly determine that this young lady wasn’t a servant. She was dressed in a pink gown of some flimsy cloth. The dress was clearly designed to excite the male viewer with out showing anything. The problem was that this woman to the young man’s eye didn’t have enough meet on her. Then there was her face. He wasn’t sure what she was trying to do there. As she was covered in the stuff. Pah decided it must be a rich person thing.
She came across the room and looked down at Pah with appraising eyes. It was the same type of gaze that his father got when he was judging an animal to see how it would best be used. Pah’s icy blue eyes were enchanting, but they really came into there power when he wasn’t happy. The warmth of his humor evaporated and the ice color of his eyes became frigid. He didn’t like being viewed as a side of beef. He just started at the woman his lips a thine line. After a moment she actually glanced into his eyes instead of roaming his body and she seemed to start. Then a smile flashed across her face and she spoke.
“I am sorry, Pah was it.” She said in a voice that was intended to be sultry but just was breathy. Pah really wondered how much time practicing she had waisted to sound like that.
Pah nodded his head with military precision. “I have been sent by Professor Charlo to help with some edits.”
“Well I am glade we have that clarified.” She said blinking at him. Pah wasn’t stupid, he had grown up around a large family who lived in wagons, and around a lot of horses and cows. He understood where she was trying to go with this, but he was here to do a job and that wasn’t part of it. The young man had done his share of flirting with girls in his time, but this just wasn’t his way. Evidently she realized he wasn’t so easy to tempt because she raised and eyebrow but motioned for his to stand. “Follow me.”
Pah stood collecting his writing tools and followed her out of the door. They were quiet as they moved farther into the house. “My brother wasn’t pleased that the Professor didn’t come himself.” She said.
“The professor had papers to grade.” Pah said honestly.
“You don’t have to defend him to me.” The woman whose name he hadn’t yet gotten said. “You are the poor soul who has been tricked into this.”
“The professor said Lord Zadrique’s work was second rate, and he has given up trying to teach him.” Pahoran said bluntly. He wasn’t sure the extra coin would actually be worth this. He kept going though as he wasn’t a quitter. His response produced pearls of laughter from the painted beanpole who was most likely the daughter of the house. Pah while listening suspected that he was actually hearing the real her in the laugh.
“So you came knowing it was terrible.” She looked at him again “I didn’t give you my name. Charlotte.”
“It’s nice to meet you Charlotte.” Pah said nodding his head. “I am here as an editor not a critic.” He didn’t feel that he should really encourage this woman. Pah really wasn’t sure what the girl was up to none of his sister would have behaved this way.
Soon they entered a study that was well fake was the best word Pah could come up with. Everything in the room was real but while it looked like a study it looked exactly how you would expect it to look. There was no deviation which said to the young man that the room wasn’t really used. The only thing that seemed out of place was the person actually occupying the room. Pah fought to control his expression as he focused on the man in the room. He was a fellow Avialae with brown and grey wings and was dressed in some sort of robe. The young warrior stood there as the young woman tapped her brother’s shoulder. “He is here.”
The other Avialae stood up and turned and looked at Pah with a condescending tilt of his face. Pah sighed and waited for a moment and then spoke. “Hello Lord Zadrique. I have been sent by Professor Charlo to help with some editing you requested.”
“The slithering scoundrel has abandoned me.” Pah’s temporary employer said still pausing dramatically. Everyone just stood there looking at each and finally Zadrique dropped his pose and stood up. With a resigned tone he said to the ice blue eyes editor, “it’s on the desk. Spelling and grammer only.” Pah bowed his head as the young Lord and then Lady of the family departed the former giving him a disgusted and hopeless look while the later checked him out one last time.
Alone Pah sat down and started on the poem in question. Before he began editing he read through the whole piece. It was a poem in the form of an epic. That wasn’t the problem with the piece, the problem was that the writer chose a elvish of poetry pattern that frankly only worked with the Vallenor language structure.
Once the young man had finished reading he returned to the first page and began the long and tedious work to make of fixing the mechanics of the poem. Pah began to carefully write work corrections after crossing out bad spellings or adding necessary grammar marks or scratching out part and writing adjustments.
While the young man recognized the style he didn’t know it very well and so couldn’t really offer any suggestions to make it flow better he was beginning to see the professors issues. The epic in question was about how the Synnekar Avialae broke away, which while a good subject was one often done. The ice blue eyes looked at the shelf next to the desk. The only shelf in the room that looked like books had been read and a simple glance of the titles he could identify at least half a dozen titles with poems or written stories recounting the event.
Pah did what he was being paid to do and corrected spelling and fixed the grammer. It still took a good chunk of time and he was grateful that he wasn’t expected to fix the piece itself. He had some ideas as he read but knew that is tried to start fixing it he would be here for days. He did realizes that while he like writing he felt the story would be better told, even in verse then in poems.
Pah had sensed both of the younger members of this family peaking in from time to time, the brother and writer didn’t hang out long. The sister though would stay longer in the doorway.
Once Pah was done he stood up and packed up his quill and then used a cloth to clean some of the ink on his hands. He was pleased with his work but was ready to do something else. He looked up as the door opened. “Are you done?” Came the question from the lordling.
“Yes. The corrections have been noted.” Pahoran’s voice was professional as he resisted the urge to tell the writer some of his thoughts. “If you don’t need anything else.” Pah said leaving it hanging.
The white winged man was dismissed with a wave of the poets hand. Pah quietly left the room and then keeping an eye out for trouble in the form of the young lady of the house Pah slipped out the way he had come with plans to report back to the Professor.
Frost 14 Year 120
Pahoran was sitting cooling his heels waiting for his appointment. The white winged Avialae was getting feeling a bit uncomfortable and also beginning to get a bit board. The first part was because he was out of his armor and was in regular civilian clothing. He just wasn’t used to not feeling a layer of protection around his flesh. He had been wearing armor of some type since he was a child. The second part was because he had been sitting in this chair for close to half an hour now. While it was true that the young man had been a tad early, not that early.
Pah sat with his wings wrapped around himself like a type of cloak. He sat there rigidly, but his eyes looked around the room taking it all in, unfortunately there wasn’t anything new to take in. Just as he was giving serious thought to leaving he heard a door open. His eyes ice blue eyes shot towards the change in the room and took in the arrival of a new person. The young man had seen a few of the servants while waiting, and he could quickly determine that this young lady wasn’t a servant. She was dressed in a pink gown of some flimsy cloth. The dress was clearly designed to excite the male viewer with out showing anything. The problem was that this woman to the young man’s eye didn’t have enough meet on her. Then there was her face. He wasn’t sure what she was trying to do there. As she was covered in the stuff. Pah decided it must be a rich person thing.
She came across the room and looked down at Pah with appraising eyes. It was the same type of gaze that his father got when he was judging an animal to see how it would best be used. Pah’s icy blue eyes were enchanting, but they really came into there power when he wasn’t happy. The warmth of his humor evaporated and the ice color of his eyes became frigid. He didn’t like being viewed as a side of beef. He just started at the woman his lips a thine line. After a moment she actually glanced into his eyes instead of roaming his body and she seemed to start. Then a smile flashed across her face and she spoke.
“I am sorry, Pah was it.” She said in a voice that was intended to be sultry but just was breathy. Pah really wondered how much time practicing she had waisted to sound like that.
Pah nodded his head with military precision. “I have been sent by Professor Charlo to help with some edits.”
“Well I am glade we have that clarified.” She said blinking at him. Pah wasn’t stupid, he had grown up around a large family who lived in wagons, and around a lot of horses and cows. He understood where she was trying to go with this, but he was here to do a job and that wasn’t part of it. The young man had done his share of flirting with girls in his time, but this just wasn’t his way. Evidently she realized he wasn’t so easy to tempt because she raised and eyebrow but motioned for his to stand. “Follow me.”
Pah stood collecting his writing tools and followed her out of the door. They were quiet as they moved farther into the house. “My brother wasn’t pleased that the Professor didn’t come himself.” She said.
“The professor had papers to grade.” Pah said honestly.
“You don’t have to defend him to me.” The woman whose name he hadn’t yet gotten said. “You are the poor soul who has been tricked into this.”
“The professor said Lord Zadrique’s work was second rate, and he has given up trying to teach him.” Pahoran said bluntly. He wasn’t sure the extra coin would actually be worth this. He kept going though as he wasn’t a quitter. His response produced pearls of laughter from the painted beanpole who was most likely the daughter of the house. Pah while listening suspected that he was actually hearing the real her in the laugh.
“So you came knowing it was terrible.” She looked at him again “I didn’t give you my name. Charlotte.”
“It’s nice to meet you Charlotte.” Pah said nodding his head. “I am here as an editor not a critic.” He didn’t feel that he should really encourage this woman. Pah really wasn’t sure what the girl was up to none of his sister would have behaved this way.
Soon they entered a study that was well fake was the best word Pah could come up with. Everything in the room was real but while it looked like a study it looked exactly how you would expect it to look. There was no deviation which said to the young man that the room wasn’t really used. The only thing that seemed out of place was the person actually occupying the room. Pah fought to control his expression as he focused on the man in the room. He was a fellow Avialae with brown and grey wings and was dressed in some sort of robe. The young warrior stood there as the young woman tapped her brother’s shoulder. “He is here.”
The other Avialae stood up and turned and looked at Pah with a condescending tilt of his face. Pah sighed and waited for a moment and then spoke. “Hello Lord Zadrique. I have been sent by Professor Charlo to help with some editing you requested.”
“The slithering scoundrel has abandoned me.” Pah’s temporary employer said still pausing dramatically. Everyone just stood there looking at each and finally Zadrique dropped his pose and stood up. With a resigned tone he said to the ice blue eyes editor, “it’s on the desk. Spelling and grammer only.” Pah bowed his head as the young Lord and then Lady of the family departed the former giving him a disgusted and hopeless look while the later checked him out one last time.
Alone Pah sat down and started on the poem in question. Before he began editing he read through the whole piece. It was a poem in the form of an epic. That wasn’t the problem with the piece, the problem was that the writer chose a elvish of poetry pattern that frankly only worked with the Vallenor language structure.
Once the young man had finished reading he returned to the first page and began the long and tedious work to make of fixing the mechanics of the poem. Pah began to carefully write work corrections after crossing out bad spellings or adding necessary grammar marks or scratching out part and writing adjustments.
While the young man recognized the style he didn’t know it very well and so couldn’t really offer any suggestions to make it flow better he was beginning to see the professors issues. The epic in question was about how the Synnekar Avialae broke away, which while a good subject was one often done. The ice blue eyes looked at the shelf next to the desk. The only shelf in the room that looked like books had been read and a simple glance of the titles he could identify at least half a dozen titles with poems or written stories recounting the event.
Pah did what he was being paid to do and corrected spelling and fixed the grammer. It still took a good chunk of time and he was grateful that he wasn’t expected to fix the piece itself. He had some ideas as he read but knew that is tried to start fixing it he would be here for days. He did realizes that while he like writing he felt the story would be better told, even in verse then in poems.
Pah had sensed both of the younger members of this family peaking in from time to time, the brother and writer didn’t hang out long. The sister though would stay longer in the doorway.
Once Pah was done he stood up and packed up his quill and then used a cloth to clean some of the ink on his hands. He was pleased with his work but was ready to do something else. He looked up as the door opened. “Are you done?” Came the question from the lordling.
“Yes. The corrections have been noted.” Pahoran’s voice was professional as he resisted the urge to tell the writer some of his thoughts. “If you don’t need anything else.” Pah said leaving it hanging.
The white winged man was dismissed with a wave of the poets hand. Pah quietly left the room and then keeping an eye out for trouble in the form of the young lady of the house Pah slipped out the way he had come with plans to report back to the Professor.
