Seaside Moors You believe in mountains, right? Not everyone does

last from me ♥

More sounds escaped her mother’s maw, words she could not yet grasp the meaning of. She could not understand the elder woman’s wishes, her contemplation—she knew only that the sound of her voice was gentle, sought after; there was a familiarity in it that she would always hold close to her heart, even in her later years. But now, the lull of her tones and the warmth of the rock below combined was enough to lure the wee babe into a light slumber. Behind closed eyes, there would dance beams of light, dreams of the sun and all it provided them with.