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The trills were one of her favorite things, a baby laughter that warmed her from her muzzle to her toes. She tipped her chin down and over Mirelle, clutching her close for a moment as she rocked and pretended to "gobble" her up. Then with a burst of her own laughter she released her, turning sideways enough to gently deposit her beside and glance at her siblings. All seemed well with the ones napping close.

How about a game, love? Can you? Rosalyn smiled, then trilled a quiet note. It was a game she'd played occasionally with the musical Chacal and she wondered if this daughter too would like to sing. Her maman's gifts were in her if so, then.