Northstar Vale sing

she seemed soothed by this newly gained sight.

while she still babbled and cried her songs in the morning, she did so while often looking at either parent. she had no clue if her siblings had experienced this yet either, but she awaited their own discoveries.

that morning, when the first rays of light made their way into the den, she was already tucked somewhere safely along father sun, @Arsenio.

she began her morning song as she stared at the soft shapes of his face.

The mercenary man was mesmerized by the delicate body of his child. He cradled her close to him, watching as her eyes moved to capture his features and the motions around them. She was beautiful, perfect, a glimmering light in the darkness. She and her siblings had opened his soul and had nestled into the warmth within. Arsenio was smitten.

When Zosime began to croon a small puppy song, the man smiled. He breathed out a breath through his nose, hoping that the air would reach her and brush her face. He thought of the places that he would take her when she had grown, when her sister and brother had grown. They would run free through the vale and would learn everything that it had to offer.

My beautiful little girl, he whispered, planting a gentle kiss to Zosime’s head.

zosime had heard two tongues in her life. both were beautiful to her, because both came from her parents. who she cherished and adored! even more so now that her eyes had opened.

father sun kissed her head. she crooned a note of grand pleasure. always happy to be doted on, loved upon. what was life without her love and songs?

she pressed her head against his cheek. singing her songs there before she eventually slobbered on him with open mouth kisses. an attempt to return the love he had just shown her.

The redstone man could not fathom how he had become so fortunate. Holding his daughter in his arms and watching her discover the world was enough to steal his breath. She was perfect, from the tip of her nose to the soft pads of her puppy paws. Zosime and Zulema and Antigone were all perfect.

Soft touching, her head found his cheek. She began to mouth while she sang her song. Arsenio could not see a reason not to join her. From the depths of his belly, the Greek man formed a familiar tune about starlight and love, and he began to sing it softly to his daughter. If she had the knack for song, he would help to culture that and would encourage it to grow.

The cold of his nose found her cheek at the end of his tune. He chuckled softly, waiting to see if little Zosime might have another song on her lips.

the saddest part of all of this was that she would not remember it. the importance of these formative moments would be lost upon the girl soon enough.

for now she cherished these types of interactions between her sessions of sleep.

she started her song once more when his own vibrations of voice ended. none of it made sense, none of it had rhythm by virtue of her being a babe still.

none of that mattered to her.

You are a gift from the muses, Zosime, Arsenio whispered to her.

No, his daughter would not remember these moments. The mercenary man did not believe that it was necessary for her to recall them. These memories were for him. They would remain in his heart and soul until he breathed his final breath. As she grew, they would form new memories – ones that she might carry with her through her life. Until then, the father was pleased to listen to her puppy singing. The sound of her voice filled him with joy.