Fire and Ice

Hummed Song

 
                             ~Sylvia's POV~

"Bye!" I chirped before parting with the rosy haired princess.

I turned the corner and headed down the hall until I got to my Father and Mother's chambers.
With shoe to floor clicking against the dark wood floorboard, I was now standing in front of the door of my destination.

I knocked on the door and awaited the response of someone allowing me to come in.
But no one said anything. Not a word.

I knocked again, just incase my first wasn't loud enough. Still nothing, just silence.
Was anybody even in there?
Deciding to knock one more time, I tapped on the wood one more time.

"It's me, Sylvia." I said out of desperation for a response.

Then out of the quiet I hear a low grumbling voice on the other side of the door say,
"Enter."

I perk up to the sudden voice and open the door to the chambers.

The room was dark, all lights out with only the hall's glow lighting parts of the room. I stepped into my parents chambers, venturing to find the source of the voice.

"Father? Mother?" I chirped, a little sacred at the lack of light.
I clenched Plue a little bit tighter.

My eyes scanned my shadowy setting. All I saw was....well....a mess.
Books were scattered over the ground and the blanket covers for the bed were matted up on the floor. Furniture was moved from their original places.

"What happened here?" I asked the air.

But I got a response that made me jump,
"It's not important."

I turned to were the voice was coming from. It was from the far left corner of the room, opposite of where I was.

"Father?" I asked, directed to the corner.

There was no immediate response. I heard the fumbling of a few things followed by the flicker of a candle just lit.

The candle revealed a silhouetted figure, framed by the glow of a small flame.

"Yes." My Father said, looking into the flames of the candle.

"Father." I said with a smile.

I ventured over to him in the corner of the room and gave him a hug. My father was silent, no parting his lips to utter a single word.

Loosening my grasp on him I peered up at his face. That's when I noticed his eyes. They were red and swollen. His cheeks were also red from being tear stained.

"Father....what's wrong?" I questioned softly.

He didn't answer my question but he did speak up by mumbling,
"You know...you look a lot like your mother."

I smiled at him words. Having been told I look like my mother on several occasions, I am always obliged to take the compliment. I adored my mother so I was proud to be her daughter.

"Thank you." I hummed, beaming.
"Do you happen to know where she is? I need her help with something."

Again my father went silent. Avoiding my questions but this one was different.

"Sylvia, I need to inform you about...your mother." He croaked, not looking into my eyes.

"Oh...Ok." I said lightly, taking a seat in the chair next to me.

My Father sat in a chair behind him, sighed, and began to explain the things he needed to address.

                            ~Nashi's POV~

I reached for the silver handle and turned it, opening the door to my parents chambers.
The room was brightly lit, having its currents drawn.

"Hello Nashi." A voice hummed.

It was my Mother, sitting on her large bed on the far side of the room. She had her yellow hair down, draping over her shoulders, as she wore a clean, baby blue lounging dress.

"Hello Mother." I she with a light smile.

"Come sit with me." She chirped, patting the blanket in front of her.

I ventured over to the bed, slipped off my shoes, and climbed on with her.

"Can I brush your hair, Nashi?" I mother asked humbly.

"Sure." I hummed, taking my hair out of its ponytail and down so it rested on my back.

My mother must have been brushing her hair previously because she already had a brush with her.
Gently gliding the brush's bristles through my pink hair, my mother spoke up and said,

"Your hair is so beautiful and it's getting so long!"

Her cheery compliment made me chuckle as I said,
"Thank you."

She continued to brush in the comforting silence of the room.
As time went on my mother then began to hum a song she always sang to me when I was little.

Then it came back to me....
The time I ran into Jude at the horse stables after my ride with Norman. We were both humming that same song to Iona to calm her down.

The memory of it...made me sad.
It made me remember that this all wasn't over yet...
And it will be a long time until it would be.