song writing 101

Lily Lily shrugs. She can’t even begin to describe the Church of Safrin and what it was supposed to be for - at least, not if she wants to keep the atmosphere positive. Anyway. It’s gone. If she wasn’t already intrigued by the traveling tradesman and his wagon of magical items, Lily is even more so when he admits the song isn’t for him, but for an Arduinna. She makes a ‘pleasantly intrigued’ face at him, but says nothing other than the person’s (ha!) name, rolling it in her mouth. “Arduinna…” Yes, there’s possibility in that. And besides, it’s his favor. He can have a song made for whomever he likes. Bending over the table and parchment, she gestures with her quill hand for Ianto to go one. “Right then. Go ahead. I’ll stop you if I need you to slow down or to ask a question. Just going to take notes.” The fox has the floor. women are like tricks by sleight of hand which, to admire, we should not understand