Sing
Ailward can't sing.
His parents did not give him a single musical bone in his body.
He's basically tone-deaf.
It's something everyone around him is... embarrassingly aware of.
Singing is his way to patrol through the woods: Loud and cheerful and completely out of tune. Everyone will keep away from him, even creatures.
He is very well aware of the fact. People had ample opportunity to point it out and did so as well. It's almost an achievement when people in a tavern crawl tell you that you are too tone deaf to do this properly.
It did not keep him from doing it anyway.
When he earned a terrible, terrible scowl from Nasira, he made an apologetic face and tried to tune it down. And he did. For a while.
Yet, no one could control him when he was alone. Or... with unsuspecting, innocent children's ears.
Like any parent – like his own parents had, too - he sang his grandchildren to sleep. With deep, steady songs. Depending on rhythm more than the melody. Which was probably for the best. As a fighter, he needed to be good at that.
The little ones slept well, too. They liked it. Fell asleep to it and the soft rocking of their cribs.
It was the only sound that could make them sleep. Their 'dad' singing.
So, when Nasira was there and wanted to bring them to bed herself? Well, she was a decent singer: Ailward loves to listen to her sing. It always made him smile, no matter the song.
The problem was: The little ones continued crying. Ailward had told her to 'sing whatever, it works', but... nothing. She had to wait until he came back from the hunt. And sang them to sleep himself.
Nasira could not actually fault him for it, but her children had probably the most awful sense of music in the whole land. It was time to do something about it. A Gerudo unable to sing at least war-songs was unheard of.
So... it became a tradition to sing. Every day. Ailward was not allowed to join. He could beat the drums, he was good with that. He was allowed to listen.
The children thought it sounded all weird and strange at first (they had said so in school as well, whenever there had been music lessons), but they did as they were told.
The older kids surpassed their 'dads' ability within a week. He was not jealous, it plastered a constant smile on his face. He loved to hear them sing. All the time.
And they did. Because that's how he taught them to keep animals away. As they were old enough not to do it... it was a habit. Instead of just walking like a normal person, they sneaked through the forests while singing.
In the end, the youngest child was the best singer, since they learned from everyone else... but all of them still slept better when Ailward sang to them. As horrible as it sounded.