Solo 3 - Sara Giovanni

Percussion and Electronic Drums

Born athletic and competitive, Sara G always enjoyed roughhousing and sports as well as her chosen field of drumming. Raised in the midwest but born in California, she returned to CA to pursue a college scholarship and perhaps get into the recording industry there.

Her mother, always supportive, and her odd older brothers (who ever heard of a blond guy with a fro?) helped put her on track for her dreams.

She met up with Sara Corsair while doing background percussion on an album with her, and they've been friends ever since. Though they don't always agree, they have far more common ground than not, and even their home towns are close. Giovanni was born 3 months later than Corsair, and Giovanni likes snow, while Corsair prefers the warm climate of southern California.

The floating pads that Giovanni beat with the short sticks hardly moved, but they sounded perfect. If she squinted, or was looking away from the stars, she could see the faint fields of hover-tech that they rested upon, just a little. She was happy with technology, very much so. Not like Pat who seemed mired in the old traditions. If it could sound like anything you wanted, why settle for just a drum head?

She began pounding out a complicated riff, using the programmed pads that allowed her to all but compose for orchestras. She even had drum pads that sounded like flutes. Off in the great stellar distance, she heard Pat's reply on his tablas.

Now, he was good at that. She respected that. But she had a pair of epads that could do the same thing with but one touch. Grinning, she chose to show that feature off. She got a blast of static in her ear, and chuckled.

"What was that?" Pat said over their implants, "I thought I heard a copy of someone's riff over there."

"It's not a copy, I programmed it myself," Giovanni laughed. "It's not yours anyway, what is the problem?"

"The problem is that every master must find their own way - and you're just sampling."

"JUST sampling!" Giovanni spun and orientated herself toward where he would have been - three hundred thousand miles away on a 'nearby' rock. If she could have seen him, she knew he'd have been smirking. "Sampling is the music of the future, or didn't they teach you that where you learned to play?"

"Sampling is just remixing."

"It's as much an artform as composition," Sara countered, "it is composition but it uses old music instead of just instruments!"

She could almost hear him rolling his eyes. They had had this discussion about a billion times before.

Their conversation was cut short however, when Searaun dropped herself next to the drummer.

"Hey Sear," Giovanni said happily offering a scratch on the neck.

You are needed, there is a location where you should appear. They have ... interesting dragons on their sands.

With wide eyes, Sara Giovanni clicked her drum sticks together and squealed, "finally!"

Yes, finally. Come along, I will take you.

The trip was short - wherever this place was it was not too far away in the Nexus. She'd heard stories of how cold it was while teleporting, but even in her light shirt it wasn't much. She'd been in snow half her life, it was okay.

"Where is this place?" Giovanni asked, snapping her fingers and summoning one or two little portable drumpads. They collapsed into almost nothing, while in transit, and she always had her sticks with her. Twirling her sticks deftly between fingers used to the motion, anyone nearby could hear a faint procession being tapped out while she examined the new digs.

"Nidus Avengaea," someone said, and she thanked him while continuing to explore.

Eventually she'd find the sands and the gardens... And make some noise there!

It was so warm on the sands at Avengaea's Nidus... But Sara Giovanni was determined to keep her brain on and eyes open. She always got sleepy with such heat...

The varied novos on the sands waiting for the eggs to break were so strange. A dragon or two, humans and non humans... But then again, Giovanni and her friends had been rescued by a batch of alien pirates so she had been exposed to some weird things in the recent past.

Not the least of which would be stepping out of an eggshell any time now. Her feet moved, her fingers twitched, and the drums that she carried with her floating along beside kept up a bit of a beat while she watched.

The hatchlings were so pretty! Once they started breaking shell, Sara almost felt like composing little tunes for each of them as they dried off and made their choices of bonds. And she hadn't expected them to be so... fluffy! Her idea of dragons was hardly like this - but then again, her idea of dragons had them at either 'extinct' or 'mythic' too, so...

A fifth egg fractured, showering bits of egg everywhere, and the kit within sat for a moment before picking himself up. Red and white, he seemed festive, and even moreso when he revealed the pale rainbow patterns on his wing membranes.

He looked about for something specific, blinking, and grinned a dragon grin when he saw it. When he trotted forward, it was to the beat of the softly playing drums of one novo’s.

Sara Giovanini stopped in surprise when the dragon-child, so full of rhythm, approached her, but he shook his head. Don’t stop, he asked, and slowly she started her beat again. He smiled, tapping his tail energetically along with her. Good, good. I am Trecholi.

Sara grinned when she felt the bond form, and twirled her drumsticks showily. It was well worth it, coming here! Trecholi had a strong sense of beat, he'd be able to play along with her with that tail of his, and probably even use his front paws too!

Sara and Trecholi flew around the Grid, chased by the others. They both laughed loudly - there was no doubt this was the best way to fly! The red-rainbow half-Aven tucked his one pair of wings down and rocketed toward the spot where Giovanni usually perched to play her drumset.

"Don't hit em!" She called, but there was never any danger of that. Trecholi pulled up and literally stopped in midair. The other three dragons swished overhead, as they left to their own destinations.

"Good flight," Sara said, breathing hard and laughing. "What do you want to practice now?"

I would like to play something tribal, my blood is hot today.

"I bet it is," Giovanni said with a smirk. "With two beautiful females like those hanging out around you huh?"

... Is that what it is? I would like to find a mate, that is why I am so ... Hot.

"HOT!" Sara yelled and began to impact her floating glowing drumset with the beat of her bond's pulse.

Trecholi Selamputo

Name: Trecholi Selamputo, Parents Supersyllaba and Cemitae
Gender: Male
Color: Red-White Rainbow
Species: Mutt (Avengaean x mutt)
Size: Medium-Large
Abilities: Verbal speech, psionics (telepathy, teleportation), Summon Fire Elemental (level 2), functional magic.
Personality: Trecholi is kind of the quiet sort, not letting much slip about who he is -- only that he's as attracted to precussion as Sara. He's amiable, though, unless you get him angry, and then he can turn into a smouldering fiery ball of rage. He vents loudly but not verbally, slamming doors, stomping around, and being violent with drums. He has great potential which will flourish if he is encouraged to be patient and diligent, but which will crash and end up wasted if he is indulged too much.
Bonded: Sara Giovanni