The Tangle Meet me out by the fire escape

It warmed her heart to hear him- or anyone, for that matter- speak with such fondness about their mother. Having been blessed with two mothers, whom she loved completely, she always found it endearing to hear others speak respectfully and affectionately about theirs. It seemed that like her, his song had come from a matrilineal line. She smiled, her eyes calm and spirit quieted by the fondness with which he spoke about singing. 

It was hard not to want him to sing to their children; not when he was so kind in spirit. Try as she might, it was impossible to completely steel her feelings against the warmth of his charm. 

"I am glad dat your mother, she sing to you. 
We are lucky to 'ave dose memories of dose who love us true," She said. After all, she believed mothers to be terribly important in the lives of their children. She would do her best to raise the children with the same loving songs that Ashlar's mother had sung to him. 

She nodded in agreement. There was truly more poetry to words when they were weaved with a melody, she believed. 

"In honor of your mot'er, Ashlar, if you wish it be so,
is dere a song of 'ers that I might pass on to mes p'tit zwazo?"