Neverwinter Forest 3AM

There are working songs,

Had the boy been taught these things? Perhaps not, but she did not know. Maybe he had sat alongside an aunt or grandmother as a child and heard them work.

Suddenly she wished she had been there when he had been much smaller.

Resentment for time lost was easy to find in the wake of grief.

She had such a lovely voice when she sang them. Part of her worried that singing at the lake might keep them there. Restless and eternal, but Panuk had already done so and the woods did not seem angry for it.

aya, aya, aya!

the handsome boy there, he is staring at your face!

do not look, do not look

i will say the words loud so he will hear them:

'what did your father ask in trade?'

She looked to him for him to repeat these words in the tongue of her mother, his grandmother.