Snippet #2261955

once the girl fell asleep, Adamah looked at her for the first time with something other than resentment. He truly pitied the girl, and her fate. But the only way to keep himself from growing too attached was to treat her with anything but kindness. The only reason he even healed her feet was so that she would not be completely helpless, needing him for everything. But now that she was asleep and could not know how he felt, he allowed himself to soften.
"Lennavanmo Lennavanmo who is it swinging you to and fro
With a long low swing and a sweet low croon
loving words of a mother's rune
Lennavanmo Lennavanmo who is it swinging you to and fro.

I am thinking it is an Angel fair
The Angel that looks on the gulf from the lowest stair.
And swings the green world upward by its leagues of sunshine hair
Lennavanmo Lennavanmo who swingeth you and the Angel to and fro.

It is he whose faintest thought is a world afar
It is He whose wish is a seven-mooned leaping star
It is He Lennavanmo to whom you and I and all things flow
Lennavanmo Lennavanmo
It is only a little wee lass that you are
Eilidh mo chree
But as This wee blossom has roots in the depths of the sky,
So you are one with the Lord of Eternity
Bonny wee lass that you are, my morning star,
Elidh mo chree, Lennavanmo Lennavanmo."

He sang deeply and slowly, lacing his words with magic. His voice sounded like the rustle of leaves as he calmed her spirit, and called the trees to protect them for the night. He never stopped rubbing her feet as he sang.

When he finished, he looked at her again, "I am so sorry for what will happen. But I will not always be able to help you."