#{ me: aww allegra like doro's VA-! //oh wait you mean musically// LMFAO- }

[macuilsung]

"Papa!" The girl makes grabbing motions with her hands, reaching up for Wyndell and clutching onto the front of his jacket. Allegra is only a few years old, but already she's showing that she'd inherited her parents' ear for music. "Song?" she asks, more a demand than a request. Huge green eyes stare up at him. "Song please! Please, please, please Papa?"

@blade-of-fraldarius via Send me Anons as my muse's child(ren) – Bonus if you hint the other parent! (open)

“What, is it that time of night already?!”

A tired, albeit amused grin spread on the nobleman’s face over Allegra von Gerth’s insistence for song. Eager as he was to join Dorothea in their chambers, especially with another little one already on the way, Wyndell had a feeling the soon-to-be big sister would refuse to let him pass her door without some musical stimuli.

Apologies, my love, I will be busy for just a little bit longer.

“Ah, goodness me! What ever will I sing for you tonight! What to sing, I wonder...!” he mulled aloud without a hint of subtlety in his volume. He hummed and hawed with such theatrical over-exaggeration that he would potentially embarrass trained actors, but he still seemed to amuse Allegra well to the point of giggles! Rather than leave her to cling at his jacket forever, he knelt down so that he may scoop his daughter up into his arms, and then carry her into her bedroom.

It warmed his heart to no end that she took music to heart so strongly, that even bedtime would excite her... however, with himself and Dorothea both raising her, he supposed he shouldn’t be too surprised by the end result. Still, he wondered: would it simply remain as entertainment for Allegra, or might she pursue it someday just as her parents did? Her father could not wait.

For the time being though, a lullaby. Or just “song,” as she made a habit of calling it.

“Say, you know what? I think I do know a song!” the former showman teased, already poised to rile the child up with expositional buildup, mystical intrigue, and a quick boop on the tip of her little nose! “Now then. This one comes from a faraway distant land, passed down to a princess of a long forgotten kingdom! It is a very special song that, depending on who sings it, contains all sorts of magical powers... though right here in Fódlan, the only real power it will ever have is to send you off to dreamland, sweetie.”

Perhaps Allegra believed he simply made all of that up for her sake, but very soon, Wyndell would indulge her with tales from his few years spent... abroad. Now that he thought about it, that whole adventure might be fun to recall again through a series of bedtime stories for his children! But for now, while he strove to recall those old lyrics, he gingerly set his daughter down on her bed after pulling the blankets aside.

With a tuck-tuck here and a tuck-tuck there, a plush black eagle here and a lingering kiss to her forehead there, Wyndell came to sit by her on her mattress while he combed slowly through sandy tresses with his fingers. All this was done with the intent to coax his little girl to sleep at long last, but not before the promised pièce de résistance would come into play. So, with a tenderness to his smile and a fondness in his eyes towards the result of his and Dorothea’s love for one another, he cleared his throat and sang softly...

♪ “You are the ocean’s grey waves, destined to seek Life beyond the shore, just out of reach...~” ♪