Aoede

I'm giving it a third post.  And if I still don't feel like it's going somewhere, I'll try an wrap it up.  Or give some clue as to what happens to the protagonist.

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Jane sat at her desk, tapping her pen against her teeth.  The window was open, letting sun and fresh air stream into the room.  "I can't believe I talked myself into this!  I mean, I don't even really believe that Muse person."  She sighed and leaned back, glaring at the page in front of her.  While she had a few lines, it wasn't anything she felt confident about.  "A sweeping expanse of barren earth / a fallow field waiting / for the rain that doesn't come / it's flowers waiting to grow..."

Aoede came up behind Jane and looked at the lyrics.  "These are a good start.  It feels almost like you're writing about your lack of inspiration."  Jane jumped and her shoulder smacked the demigodess in the nose.  The Muse reeled back, clutching her face.  Jumping up, Jane rushed over to her and tried to pull her hands away.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!  Let me see... well, actually, let me go get a towel."  Jane rushed off and Aoede watched her from the corner of her eye.  Removing her hands from her face, the Muse plopped herself down into Jane's chair and closed her eyes.  She leaned back and steepled her fingers.  Opening her senses, she used her magic to examine the lines on paper.  They had potential, but needed work.  And melody, but that would have to come separately.

Jane came back, holding a damp towel in her hands, to find Aoede in her chair.  "Are you alright?  I didn't mean to hit you."

Reeling her magic back in, Aoede looked at the other woman.  "Yes, I'm fine, thank you.  I was just thinking about your lyrics."