moonsugarblues:
Hazred could feel the shuffling of feet surrounding the two, grinning at the reaction of the Dunmer. He crossed one leg with the other, and chuckled a bit.
“That’d sure make my evenin’, twenty sep'ms an’ a young gentleman to put to shame. Deal.”
He moved a piece of hallowed rabbit bone on his finger across the strings, creating a sudden swoop up in pitch ending in clear vibrato from the quick shaking of his slide hand. He then played a standard chord.
It didn’t take long for the Dunmer to find their fiddle player. He announced his arrival with a tough, hushing noise, the sound of rosin being rubbed against a bow, which stopped as he studied Hazred.
‘This is the one you wanted me for, Mr Drasonval?’ he asked. Drasonval, the challenger, sat down on the nearest bench and crossed one leg over the other, coat falling heavily across them.
‘Aye.’
‘Who’s judging this?’
‘Dunno. Jus’ thought we’d let’cha both play, then I’d say you was the winner and we’d take his coin.’ Drasonval kicked Hazred’s stool. ‘That all right with you?’
