Cedar Sweep Pegasus

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Cries, muffled by the warmth of chest fur. Her forehead pressed firmly into him, with inhales of self soothe that had failed a million times in the night. Broken breaths and shattered whines that had been disturbed by nothingness. With legs tucked under her body, and unended exhaustion, there came a quiet. Cradled, if only by warmth of arms, she was kindled in the song that beat from his heart. The music of voice and how it whisked her into a starry trance.

 There must have been something cruel in the cosmos to stir a child so unsettled each night. That it could dare to take light away from the eyes, and warmth from body. That it could be so heartless as to bring moments of silence when you could not even understand sound.

The jolts and twitches that came from her were fumbling sobs, coming to an end in hiccups and big breaths. In her own chest, a madness had surfaced itself whenever the light said goodbye, when mother said goodnight. For every moment of low rumbling notes, Malguk stilled just a little bit more. It was then, that even when the breaths of worry came, they were sung away into oblivion. Earth spoke in its own way now. Wind touched her pure when it shifted just right.
The world was not so cruel.
And she felt okay.

Papa was there.