Falling Softly

At her mothers soft whisper the girl felt herself relax, her body settling more comfortably on her mothers paws. When the woman asked Finch what she wanted to do, her head pulled to the side as she thought. And then, suddenly, the silent girl's mouth pulled open in excitement. She knew exactly what she wanted to do! The small girl started to hum softly, a rhythm that she wasn't sure how she knew. The tune was soft, and Finch had no idea that it was the lullaby that her father had sang to them when they were even smaller than she was now. Pausing, the girl looked up at Wren, her tail beating on the woman's paws. Did her mother know the song? She had to, otherwise how would she? Words didn't come to her, but the soft tune was comforting to the girl. She might not be a big talker, but it would seem that singing was in her blood and bones.