The Sunspire take me back to the night we met

Her mother's nose was cold and uncomfortable in contrast with her warm skin, but she didn't wriggle much, savoring the contact instead. The vibration of her mother's voice was incredibly comforting; perhaps this was why she was so adamant to learn how to do the same, to speak or sing, because it reminded her so much of mummy. This lesson started easily - and Ibis tried her best, eyes bright with a faint understanding, Ahh-beea? She said first, but her own ears detected the differences, so she tried again: Ahh-baahs.