Sleepy Time
"Mama I don't wanna." I whine, dragging my feet over the bear fur rug, "I'm not sleepy!" I pout, grasping for Mama's grey skirt, the material soft in my tiny fingers and I make huge eyes at her, pleading.
"I'm sure you aren't now, but you will be in your new hammock that was made just for you." Mama tapped my nose with a smile before picking me up in her strong arms. I laid my chubby cheek on her shoulder, tangling my fingers through her loose red hair.
"Mama, why don't I have your hair? I want my hair to be raspberry red too!" I tugged her hair forward a bit, pretending I had red bangs, but her hair was too long and it tickled my nose. Mama laughed softly, her golden-green eyes happy as she laid me on the small hammock, and I laughed loudly as it rocked me back. I struggled to sit up, having to grab the hammock's side to steady myself.
"You have your Daddy's hair, though yours has much more red in it." Mama pushed my hair away from my forehead, her eyes far away.
"Why isn't my hair as straight as yours? You never get knots." I grumble, thinking about how much it hurt when Mama sits me down to run her halla brush through my tangles.
"You have your Daddy's curls as well da'len." Mama stated as she took my tiny fingers in her hands; it looked like a giant was cupping them!
"Why don't I have anything of yours Mama? I wanna be like you Mama, why can't I?" I pouted again as she gently rubbed my fingers with her larger and ruffer ones.
"Well you have my freckles," Mama kissed my face until I hid it in my shoulder, giggling. "and you have my nose," she tickled my sides and the hammock swung a bit with me trying to hide from her fingers. "and you have my nimble feet." Mama sat back, grasping the hammock to make the swinging slow down.
"But I'm not as pretty as you Mama." I sighed, trying to imagine the grown up me looking like Mama with her strength and pretty hair, and able to anything!
"Viranosh," Mama leaned forward, her eyebrows pinched and her golden vallaslin of Andruil move with them. "You're beautiful, and you don't need to look like me to be pretty. Now come on da'len, it's time to go to sleep."
"But I'm not sleepy!" I scowl as Mama covers me with my favorite grey blanket, I wiggled my toes as they were starting to peek from the worn edge, and Mama tucks the corners the best she could in so it wouldn't come out as I'd toss and turn in the night.
"How about I sing to you until you fall asleep?" Mama asks as she sits down, slowly moving the hammock from side to side, and I curl into my pillow with a nod. "Yes, please."
"Elagara Vallas, da'len" I close my eyes, smiling, mama's voice was so pretty. "Melava somniar/ Mala taren aravas, ara ma'desen melar." I stifled a yawn, relaxing into my new hammock. "Iras ma ghilas, da'len/ Ara ma'nedan ashir/ Dirthara lothlenan'as/" through half closed eyes I grabbed Mama's finger as I started to fall asleep. "Bal emma mala dir. . ."
A/N: Hey guys! Thank you for reading this :) so these shall attempt to be short like this one, as they are more like small vignettes, but don't quote me.
