take me down to the paradise city [darya]

"Говорить"

Her mother continued to gently sooth her and even as Darya's tiny body shook with wracking sobs some part of her was slowly coming down. She was safe, mama was here. Still the bird made her upset. Her mother asked her if she wanted to hear a story and the child nodded, her gaze searching her mother's face, for what she didn't know. She did her best to control her hiccups and sniffing as she listened attentively to her mother's tale. She had become accustomed to the stories of the deities as Lirika told them; and Darya believed in them with all her heart. Mama had no reason to lie to her, and Darya was still too young to question the infallibility of either of her parents.

Darya watched her mother as she spoke, wide eyed and still shaking sometimes. In truth the knowledge of the goddess of which her mother spoke was only marginally comforting to the child, it wasn't that she the stillness itself was what bothered, the idea of anything once alive suddenly finding itself no longer alive was what distressed her. But even as her mother asked her if she felt any better, Darya was too young to articulate her feelings, the uncomfortable sadness that had settled in her chest. Instead she nodded silently and cuddled against her mother's leg again.