The melody may be unfamiliar, but he knows the song for a lullaby even before Ariane begins to sing. How different it was from the songs of his youth—hymns to give praise to the Fury, dirges to honor the fallen, ballads extolling the heroic deeds of dragon slayers who died a glorious death. Even the lullaby his mother used to sing to him in the cradle was not free from the influence of war, though the message was a yearning for days long past when their people once knew peace.
Even so, it had brought him comfort in those days, when he would sit at his mother's knee while she sewed for him coats and smocks to protect him from the harsh winter air. His eyes drift closed as Ariane's voice evokes memories of those bygone days, when Aymeric had been so small and innocent—when he knew nothing of the rumors surrounding his birth nor the struggles that would await him later in life.
He could almost imagine his head laying against his mother's lap, her fingers smoothing down his unruly curls as she stroked his hair...
Many moments pass in silence once Ariane finishes her song. Aymeric cracks one eye open, peering down at Ariane while the tip of his tail lashes gently back and forth.
"That was a beautiful song, Ariane. Did your mother teach it to you?"
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Date: 2021-12-08 04:05 am (UTC)Even so, it had brought him comfort in those days, when he would sit at his mother's knee while she sewed for him coats and smocks to protect him from the harsh winter air. His eyes drift closed as Ariane's voice evokes memories of those bygone days, when Aymeric had been so small and innocent—when he knew nothing of the rumors surrounding his birth nor the struggles that would await him later in life.
He could almost imagine his head laying against his mother's lap, her fingers smoothing down his unruly curls as she stroked his hair...
Many moments pass in silence once Ariane finishes her song. Aymeric cracks one eye open, peering down at Ariane while the tip of his tail lashes gently back and forth.
"That was a beautiful song, Ariane. Did your mother teach it to you?"