Kréyol la Lwizyàn || Sophie & OPEN
It was a long night, stretching out far behind Sophie and as far ahead of her as she could see with her eyes open or closed. She'd been having a lot of those lately; a side effect of the general agitation in the air, and the danger congealing in every corner. When Ayala started crying it had been as much for her own sake as for the baby's that Sophie offered to take the girl downstairs and let Lisbeth sleep.
The Academy was nearly stone silent at this hour. For all the magic inside it, diurnal was easier for most of the students, and even Ayala fell back asleep easily enough, once she was being carried and moving around rather than staying still in her bassinet. Sophie had been singing to her, haltingly-- the tune still fresh in the woman's memory, but the Louisiana Creole slow to return to her mind. She'd heard it, growing up, had even been conversant. But it was never Sophie's language, and her mouth forgot it, though understanding the French woven into the world around her never really went away.
She kept singing anyway, Ayala curled against her shoulder, pacing between the front hall and the kitchen. "Petits sans papas, petits sans mamans. Qui ça 'ou' zaut' fé pou' gagnein l'a'zan? Qui ça 'ou' zaut' fé pou' gagnein l'a'zan..."
Sophie trailed off into humming, then abruptly stopped, turning towards the doorway. She pretended not to be as startled as she was to have company. "--Oh. I... didn't know anyone was up in this part of the house."
