Dragoncrest Cliffs It was enchanting to meet you.

Like a dove, her daughter’s soft sounds were gentle and sweet, melodious to her mother’s ears. She wished for her children to be musical- she had sung often while she carried them, and continued the practice even now before they knew what words meant.

"Ti zwazo koté ou pralé?
Mwenn prale kay fiyét lalo,
Fiyét lalo k'on mangé ou tou-
si ou alé lap mangé ou t-t-t-t-tou!"

Her tongue jittered against her teeth, and she felt her jaw clench. The familiarity of the stutter shocked her for a moment; she had managed to go years without it, so long as she sung. She fell silent in the wake of the disturbance, confounded that it seemed to want to return, all of a sudden.

She tried not to fret about it- but was also too frightened to try and sing again, now that her heart beat so wildly.