♬ = singing to them (Kinsis + Kharsis)
send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse singing to them
Kharsis blinked up at her father with sleepy eyes. She was his youngest child and the only one born from her litter, generally receiving most of the attention. Wrapped in a soft, warm blanket, Kinsis had taken her into his den that night, something she had come to learn was a rare occurrence. She usually spent her nights in the nursery with the other House whelps, Sevoriks being strict with that custom.
But her other parent wasn’t there that night, and instead she was being given a rare treat. What he was off doing, she wasn’t sure, nor was she really old enough to understand his duties. He was gone a lot, and she knew he was the Kell (which apparently meant he was the Best Eliksni Ever), but other than that, she was blissfully ignorant.
She heard Kinsis’ voice then, a soft and low melody she remembered from the nursery. Anytime she had trouble sleeping, he would sing to her, fill her with calmness. Eliksni didn’t particularly have beautiful voices, but Kharsis found much comfort in the tone he used to sing to her. To her, it was the most soothing. Something that reminded her how much he loved her.
Kinsis brought her closer to his chest and she closed her eyes, bringing a tiny hand up to clutch at her father’s robes. She wouldn’t have any idea that these moments wouldn’t last forever, and that someday she would become a fierce and feared warrior. For now, everything was perfect, and a small purr began to roll in her throat as she drifted to sleep.
