song writing 101

Lily Heal wounds. Soothe fevers. Her quill scratches along diligently as the composer takes the opportunity in between Ianto’s thoughts to think of rhymes or turns of phrases that have a certain kind of beat. Ba dum, ba dum, ba dumpity-dum. She’d already thought Arduinna a complicated kind of woman, steeped in power, but there is something missing: every powerful being has an origin story, be they gods or X-men or even politicians. Putting the writing instrument down for a moment, she, too, takes a sip of the cooling tea and then turns back to Ianto. His voice is lovely… it vaguely reminds her of some of the new immigrants in town, the way their words rise and fall like the ocean. She would hear him talk more. “How did she come to be so powerful? A good ode always has a sort of… prologue,” she says with a small wink, trying to draw more out of the man. This is her first song. She wants to do it well. women are like tricks by sleight of hand which, to admire, we should not understand