She was listening and it seemed as though the entire forest was sitting there with her doing the same. The night was never so quiet unless something grabbed its attention. Her father sang a melody that was very old, based on chords that likely mutated in local styles before she had a chance to be born, but Onainat didn't spend very much time figuring out where it came from. She wasn't even attempting to learn it. She was only trying to hear what he sang.
It was very sad, for a first song. Certainly not a lullaby or a fairytale. Death did not inhabit those two forms very frequently. What her father sang was a mourning song...
Onainat suspected his experience was not so similar to how she grew up. Minaht had been alive and she had known it. Her mother was likely still alive, somehow. It didn't sound like her grandfather had been breathing.