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Ash listened in silent wonder as her father sang a song she had never heard before. The words she knew were important and powerful, though she didn't quite now why or how just yet. The melody was her favorite; she would remember it and hum it to herself later. 

Her eyes never left his face. She just watched his lips move as he sang like she was glued there by the beautiful sound. 

He promised to teach her. More like that song? she asked. She wondered how many songs he knew and how long he would willing to oblige her. 

She started to hum the melody she had just heard, soft but clear. She could already repeat it back to him, having remembered all the ways the song flowed, high and low.