One of the things we have in common with sirens is...you know, the music. Thing.

( ilde tries to avoid drawing attention to the fact she can mind-control people with her singing voice or other musical talents - she can do it without singing, too, but it's harder. this is not something that you generally want to discuss casually with people, who will, generally, look at you a bit differently.

but emma can probably take the thrust of what she's talking about, all the same. )

My father's a composer and musician who's spent most of his life performing for charity; he probably never had an inkling of why his causes always raised the precise goal figure, but there you go, that was...a really simple thing, you know. He cared about something passionately, so for a little while, people listening to him play cared about it, too, and gave accordingly.

He got a power boost, it got a little bit - weirder. I don't know the exact details.

( she makes a face. )

I can tell you from my extremely experienced position of six more years than you, none of that bullshit gets any less bizarre, by the way.