Isolde sat down in front of the TV, her daughter Amelia, settling herself into Isolde's lap. Isolde smiled at her wondrous child, marveling at the grace exuded from the mutation the child bore. Little Amelia, physically aged around five, was a feral mutant, a deer feral mutant to be exact. It was something Isolde never wanted to forget, like she could anyways. Her daughter had extremely sensitive hearing, which required the utmost silence most days. Today, though, the child wanted to watch Lion King 2.
It was getting to Isolde's favorite song, He Lives in You. She began to softly hum along, hoping that Mia's sensitive ears wouldn't hurt too much from the vibrations. Instead, the child's giant blue-grey doe eyes watched her mouth with interest. Isolde's French accent stirred the words out of her mouth as she sang softly to the child.
"Night
And the spirit of life
Calling
Oh, oh, iyo
Mamela (Listen)
Oh, oh, iyo
And a voice
With the fear of a child
Answers
Oh, oh, iyo
Oh, mamela (Listen)
Oh, oh, iyo
Wait
There's no mountain too great
Oh, oh, iyo
Hear the words and have faith
Oh, oh, iyo
Have faith
Hela hey mamela (Hey, listen)
He lives in you
He lives in me
He watches over
Everything we see
Into the water
Into the truth
In your reflection
He lives in you
Oh, oh, iyo
Mamela (Listen)
Oh, oh, iyo
He lives in you
He lives in me
He watches over
Everything we see
Into the water
Into the truth
In your reflection
He lives in you."
Amelia nuzzled into her mother's chest as Isolde wrapped her arms around the child in an embrace. She was glad Victor wasn't around to make fun of her, or to try to scare them. She loved being alone with her child, though she also enjoyed the family interaction between both Victor and James and the rest of their children. She knew Amelia might grow up to be sad at her mother's chosen detachment, but she hoped the child would also realize it was to just save Mia from the sadness of seeing her mother without a love like the brothers shared.