6/4/2023 0 Comments Fairest levine![]() ![]() "I opened the chamber door," Father would say, continuing the tale, "and there you were." Mother often said that if I tried, I could sing the sun down from the sky. In our family and in Amonta, my voice is the finest. Mother would throw back her head and imitate my howl, a high pure note.Īyortha is a kingdom of singers. I knew you were a singer, too." She'd sing, "It was all in your lovely howl." We would all smile-my younger sister Areida, my two older brothers, Mother, and I. "Soon you were howling." His shoulders would shake with laughter. "It was a chill morning," Father would chime in. "It was the right room for you, my songbird." "You were left in the Lark chamber," Mother would say. Father and Mother-the innkeeper and his wife-have retold the tale on the anniversary of my arrival since I grew old enough to understand the words. The next morning she smuggled herself out, leaving me behind. The wench who brought me to the inn paid for our chamber in advance and smuggled me in unseen. It was January 12th of the year of Thunder Songs. I was abandoned when I was a month old, left at the Featherbed Inn in the Ayorthaian village of Amonta. ![]() I have no one to tell me the truth of it. ![]()
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