Seraphina's POV
"Shh, little one please just rest," I said in a low voice, moving Lyric around gently in my arms.
The sea wind entered through the window of the Moonshore chamber, brushing his dark hair. He should have been sleeping like any other infant, but instead his eyes were wide open looking at me.
It was not that calm around him sometimes with the way he looked at me. Not like a newborn, it is more like someone who had lived centuries and still carried their wisdom in silence.
"Your father used to stare at me like that as if he was always trying to solve a puzzle. Only that you are not supposed to know puzzles yet because you are supposed to cry for milk and sleep through the night like a baby that you are." I murmured, placing a thumb on his tiny cheek.
For a few second there was nothing. Then I felt a rush of warmth on my chest.
"Don't cry Mama."
