Snippet #2709471

Nadya gave the two a bright smile and nodded, then stood and began to sing. "Strange little bird, come home to me. Strange little bird, fly fast. Strange little bird, come and greet me, Say hey to Matu, Pahas." she sung, the words a rough translation of what they once were. There was a pause and then her smile split her face.

"He's singing." she said, and her eyes closed, as she swayed to a tune she could hear. After a moment she stopped and looked to the door, as if entranced. The teen began to walk towards it, longing clear on her face. "Pahas Bel, the youngest son, father to many, husband to one, come little bird, strange as you are. Matumaini awaits." Her eyes on the door, she waited patiently. "He's coming." She assured the two.