✽Fourth Post ~ Voice✽

[flyingdreams]

[Mrs. Brisby is sewing. And as she set her SFC down, she was unaware that she turned it on. She hums, quietly, to herself, the sounds of shifting fabric the only indication of sewing.

After a few minutes, she starts to sing.]

Dream by night, Wish by day;
Love begins this way.
Night's a friend, With love to send
Each new day.
Bless your heart, Bless your soul,
Let your dreams come true.
Future songs and flying dreams
Wait for you.
Love, it seems, Made flying dreams
So hearts could soar
Heaven sent, These wings were meant
To prove, Once more,
That love is the key...

[She pricks herself with a needle, letting out a quiet "ouch!" before going back to humming the song, rather than singing the rest.]

Comments

[Video]

[flyingdreams]

I'm really surprised how many people like it.

video;

[wheresmyniisan.livejournal.com]

It's sweet. It reminds me of home, actually.

[hello this is the girl who has no parents and her brother is in another dimension and has been for years oops]

[flyingdreams]

[This is a mouse who has a lot of mouse problems but suddenly got wrapped up in rat politics and then found magic YAY]

Of home... well, I suppose lullabies will do that.

[wheresmyniisan.livejournal.com]

[gosh they sure need a family don't they]

Yeah. Onii-san used to sing to me sometimes. It was nice.

[flyingdreams]

"Onii-san"?

[wheresmyniisan.livejournal.com]

Oh! My older brother, it's what I call him back home. Onii-san or Onii-chan for older brothers. Onee-san, or Onee-chan for older sisters.

[flyingdreams]

That's a very strange phrase...

[wheresmyniisan.livejournal.com]

It's Japanese! Part of my language back home.

[flyingdreams]

Japan...ese?

[Concept of foreign languages, oww my little mouse brain.]

[wheresmyniisan.livejournal.com]

Uhm... like English but... different? Well, not like English but in the sense that it's a language...?

[flyingdreams]

...That's... just bizarre to think about.

[wheresmyniisan.livejournal.com]

[she'd be slightly offended if this wasn't, well, a mouse.]

Ah, you'll understand one day, I'm sure.

[flyingdreams]

[Yeah she's not very worldly beyond her little field.]

I... suppose...

[wheresmyniisan.livejournal.com]

Nevertheless, I'm glad I can understand such a pretty song here.

[flyingdreams]

Ah, yes, well... my mother would sing that to me when I was young.

[wheresmyniisan.livejournal.com]

Aw, that's really nice of her. Did you sing that to your family?

[flyingdreams]

Yes, I sing it to my children.

[wheresmyniisan.livejournal.com]

You must be a wonderful mother.

[flyingdreams]

Oh, well... I do hope so...

[wheresmyniisan.livejournal.com]

You give off that kind of aura, I think.

[flyingdreams]

...Aura?