The singer was dreaming again.

[morilthesinger]

There was really nothing particularly strange or odd about the scene at all. The sun was shining, which on the island was really an everyday sort of occurence. Brightly-hued birds were clamouring n the trees, swooping from one to another in quick flashes of garish colour. The ocean was at its brightest, the waves lapping playfully against the

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[lifeisnotasong]

It had not been so much that Moril had nearly bumped into Eddara but that Eddara had nearly bumped into Ynen. Like all horses who were regularly in Eddara's company, Eddara considered Ynen hers. "Bump," she agreed loudly as Sansa caught up with her daughter and scooped her up to scold.

"Eddara," she said disapprovingly, "you know very well to stay away from horses feet - do you want to get trampled?" Eddara shook her head and looked repentant for a very brief moment.

"Cart," Eddara said hopefully. "Moril ride?" Sansa let her climb up beside her uncle - at least it was somewhat safer than chancing she wouldn't launch herself at Ynen's hooves again.

[morilthesinger]

To be completely fair, Ynen did not move fast enough these days to trample anyone, but it was still wise advice. "Come on up then," Moril told her, though she was already clambering up. He glanced down at Sansa with the same faraway look. "Are you coming too?"

[lifeisnotasong]

Eddara having finished climbing on the cart immediately tried to clamber on Moril - but only so she could kiss his cheek and then settle next to him.

"I will," said Sansa.

As Sansa climbed up into the cart, Eddara eyed her and clutched at Moril's arm. "Mine," she said firmly. "Not baby." It was of course Sansa reflected technically true - Moril would not be this babe's uncle, not that Eddara really understood this, she was just being possessive as she had been of late.

"That's not very sisterly of you," said Sansa, and Eddara pouted.

[morilthesinger]

It was true, but Moril had a feeling Sansa would not appreciate him saying so--and it wasn't as if he had anything against other babies, but no, they weren't his the same way as this one was. And anyway, there was something more important in this to get to the bottom of--"Baby?"

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa beamed - she might not have planned to tell Moril like that but she was glad to share the news. "Yes," she said. "I'm due in the spring. Eddara's not too keen on the idea I'm afraid." Eddara pulled a face and tipped herself backwards into the cart looking for something more interesting than talk of the coming baby to entertain herself.

[morilthesinger]

"No? It'll be all right," Moril promises Eddara. "Little sisters and brothers aren't all bad. At least, I hope not. I am one."

[lifeisnotasong]

Eddara looked sceptical and peered around the cart as if looking for evidence of Moril's siblings. "Nice Moril," she allowed reluctantly. "Babies ick."

[morilthesinger]

Moril laughs, but shrugs. "Not always. Sometimes, though. And they're loud. Then again, so are you," he adds, eyeing her.

[lifeisnotasong]

Eddara squawked in indignation (rather proving Moril's point.) Sansa kissed her hair. "You don't mind loud, Eddara," she pointed out. Nor did she at this point. "Anyway how are you Moril?" He was on the move again but there was nothing unusual about that.

[morilthesinger]

Moril doesn't mind loud either, to be completely fair. "All right. Feeling the weight of not enough change, I suppose."

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa nods - she knows this is a thing that bothers Moril even if she couldn't imagine feeling the same. "Well you never know what the island will bring," she said optimistically. Of late she's been in such a good mood (except when thinking on Westeros) that she generally is optimistic though of course generally speaking island surprises are not good.

[morilthesinger]

He just looks at her with one eyebrow cocked, an uncharacteristically expressive look for Moril, and shrugs. He's been hearing those same words about the island for more than three years now, and they have yet to bring him a long road or an open sky.

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa takes the point from his silence. "I'm sorry Moril," she said quietly. It's not something she can understand - his need to be on the move - but he's her friend and she doesn't like that he's unhappy.

[morilthesinger]

"It's all right," Moril says. He's used to it by now, really; it's just when the air starts calling and he can't answer it the way he used to. "I'm glad things are well for you."