10-05-2018, 11:35 AM
Music
Atbash loves music. While she doesn't listen to it often, it is something that soothes her. Specifically, the songs her mother used to sing and hum as she put her and her siblings to sleep. Atbash remembered the way her mother sang and hummed the song to her and often hummed it to herself to lull her to sleep. She definitely didn't have her mother's soothing voice but it did help ease her nerves enough so she was able to sleep. Honestly, she wondered if Vigenere and Caesar did the same thing. They absolutely wouldn't have the same voice their mother had, but surely the memory would be able to suffice?
But Earth had its own music, too. The sounds of the birds chirping and singing their songs in the morning was just as relaxing as her mother. Atbash liked listening to the birds whenever she woke up in the morning and she was going to miss them dearly until they returned in the spring. The wind was also music to her ears as well, with the leaves rustling in the breeze. There wasn't a day she didn't leave camp just to hear the wind blowing and their leaves whistling. While the wind still blew in camp, it had a different tone to it compared to outside of the little town she made her home in. After all, cabins were bulky and were built to withstand bursts of wind; trees were made to sway in the breeze and make noise, in her opinion.
Atbash took in a breath of the cool, crisp air as she walked along Snowbound's border, closing her only eye and pricking her ears, listening to the sounds she became to accused to. The breeze ruffled her fur but she didn't mind too much; after all, it was the very thing that was making the music she loved.
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