"Sing to them?" Ariane drums her fingers (lightly!) against his belly, thinking. Of course, she has a sizable repertoire to choose from and therein lies the rub: choosing one! Perhaps the one about the end of the Dragonsong War that had so fascinated the older dragonlings when she'd played it for them? Though that's heavy fare for infants... or...
The answer strikes her, so obvious it could hardly be anything else. Smiling softly, she hums a few bars of an old, familiar melody before lifting her voice in song. The words are older than either of them, drawn from Ariane's earliest memories of childhood: a simple lullaby about a baby bird.
She closes her eyes, and behind them the ghost of Marielle's kindly face gazes down upon her; the echo of her voice sounds in Ariane's ears, subtly rougher and a shade lower than her own. As she sings the final phrase, she can almost feel the phantom brush of lips upon her forehead, as though even now her mother were kissing her goodnight and bidding her go back to sleep...
She wraps her arms about him, pressing her forehead to his stomach, and lies silent. Just for this moment, the swell of emotions within her chest crowds out the possibility of words.
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Date: 2021-12-06 05:12 am (UTC)The answer strikes her, so obvious it could hardly be anything else. Smiling softly, she hums a few bars of an old, familiar melody before lifting her voice in song. The words are older than either of them, drawn from Ariane's earliest memories of childhood: a simple lullaby about a baby bird.
She closes her eyes, and behind them the ghost of Marielle's kindly face gazes down upon her; the echo of her voice sounds in Ariane's ears, subtly rougher and a shade lower than her own. As she sings the final phrase, she can almost feel the phantom brush of lips upon her forehead, as though even now her mother were kissing her goodnight and bidding her go back to sleep...
She wraps her arms about him, pressing her forehead to his stomach, and lies silent. Just for this moment, the swell of emotions within her chest crowds out the possibility of words.