Cianán (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} keenspirit) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
"If I'm messing around with words, it's going to end up being a lyric." He'd never publicly claimed any of the songs he'd written, and most of them were sufficiently niche that it was unlikely a young American woman of the present day would have heard of them in any case, but he didn't mind admitting to the attempts. "I'm not sure I've ever written a song with a pun in." Some existed, though he was struggling to call any of them to mind. Shaking his head, he chuckled. "I've known you for about ten minutes and I can already see that yoga would be no good." Running was certainly energetic enough, but Heidi was right, not very interesting.
It made perfect sense that flying felt essential to someone born able to do it. "Like music is for me." That seemed to be the closest equivalent. All the stories Cianán had ever heard about banshees said they needed to be singers even before they were turned: it was as intrinsic as flying was to someone who could turn into a bird. "And yet, yes, I have met people who don't get music. I try to respect that." Even though it baffled him. He lifted a hand to point at her triumphantly as she put his sensation into words. "Yes! That was new for me, which is always exciting. I'm amazed that there are still novel sensations to experience." One of these days, would he run out? Cianán didn't really think so, people were constantly combining existing elements in new ways.
He was about to take another guess when she explained. "Ohh. I might have got there eventually, but I think it would've taken a while." There was undoubtedly some bias in that: plumbing had been a profession for a comparatively high proportion of his life, and had been male-dominated for most of that time. Somehow, it was easier to remember that new jobs were equal-opportunity than it was to go back and correct his impression of building and plumbing. "Have you always been good at practical skills?" Lifting his drink after their toast, he very nearly finished it, settling back into his chair for a moment as he considered whether his light-headedness meant he ought to stop there and not go for another.