song writing 101

Lily Lily shrugs and stretches out her hands to the open air as she moves gracefully back to the seating area. “It’s been converted. Once held the Church of Safrin, but when that fell apart, I was the only one who needed it.” And no one came to challenge her. So here she is, giant space and all, and no ideas with what to do with it quite yet. Alas, if only Raves were a thing in Caido - she can only imagine how the Ascended and Fae would dance all night long, the Abandoned could put on a light show… and everyone would want to pet the Attuned. She moves to pour two fresh cups of tea - one for Ianto and one for herself. Settling down on the normal chair, she indicates for the man to sit if he wants. “So. A song about Ianto. What kind of story do you want to tell me?” She pulls out a normal piece of parchment and a quill and looks up at him expectantly. No sense in wasting time. They have to begin somewhere, and the easiest place is with what kind of song - a ballad, a jig, more of a spoken word piece? women are like tricks by sleight of hand which, to admire, we should not understand