Lullabies

(See also Songs and Poems)

I've jotted down at least three of these, one in Meredan that Alysha was translating in AF's first story, and two Eldritch (one in Heartskein, and one in Transcend). I figure I should have these in one place, but I'm not sure if they should be 'all language lullabies in one place' or 'every major species gets a lullaby page.' For now, they all fit on one?

Jahir mindheals Lisinthir with this one in Some Things Transcend.

	Maiden goes down to the silken shore
	to answer the sea's sweet distant roar
	leaves her prints on the glistening scree
	as she pirouettes there for the hissing sea

	The mist-gray air of the clouded sky
	breathes wind through her hair as she draws nigh
	and the foam makes shoes for her bare white feet
	as she walks where land and ocean meet

	In the in-between spaces the spirit can travel,
	the soul finds its ease and dreams can unravel
	And a Maiden might know what it is to be free
	in the silvery dusk between strand and the sea.

	Maiden goes down to the damp, soft shore
	to answer the sea's sweet distant roar
	leaves no prints on the glistening scree,
	nothing but laughter by the hissing sea.

Here's Heartskein's.

	Meaning’s the castle
	and Duty its fence
	Honor’s the beast that will carry you hence—
	And if you should be tempted by falsehood, then hie:
	go by, go by,
	go by, go by
	brave newest knight, go you by.

	Tireless your arm
	and peerless your aim
	and nothing without you can render you lame
	if only you keep true to your oaths and their Names:
	so go by, go by
	go by, go by,
	brave sweetest lady, go by.

"Came Out to Play," an Exodus lullaby in Meridan:

	The children came out to play,
	but we’d gone too far ahead.
	No satellites—no, no satellites
	to help them tell you to come out, my little,
	come out in the sunshine.
	Didn’t we tell you, my little
	didn’t we tell you, my little
	there’s no sunlight where we’ve gone.
	Only endless stars and suns,
	and maybe a place to stay at the end.
	But the children that came out to play
	will be too old, too old.
	And our sunshine many hundreds,
	hundreds of years too young.

Another unnamed Exodus lullaby:

	Will you come back again?
	Will you come back again?
	Not today, she said.
	Not tomorrow, she said.
	Not a thousand thousand days from ever.
	That was Holly’s whisper.
	Holly’s whisper.