Ianto
"The Church of... Safrin...?" Ianto raised an eyebrow, unsure what to make of that and tilting his head. Surely Remi had mentioned such a thing once... but he simply couldn't remember. The Hollowed Grounds was so new, it was hardly a wonder that he got scrambled sometimes. "Well, with any luck you can make the space into exactly what you want. The acoustics are wonderful."
Tipping her a wink - for what more could one want with song writing? - Ianto happily sat in the offered seat, accepting the tea with a nod of gratitude. Ah, but then they were straight into it, the fox sipping at his tea and smiling sheepishly. "Alas, it is not actually a song for myself," he said slowly. "Might you write something for someone close to me? Her name is Arduinna, and her story is incredible."
Tipping her a wink - for what more could one want with song writing? - Ianto happily sat in the offered seat, accepting the tea with a nod of gratitude. Ah, but then they were straight into it, the fox sipping at his tea and smiling sheepishly. "Alas, it is not actually a song for myself," he said slowly. "Might you write something for someone close to me? Her name is Arduinna, and her story is incredible."
