Gemotions

Dust motes danced in the shaft of sunlight that pierced the gloom of the ancient library. Finn sat, tucked away in a quiet corner, surrounded by the silent company of countless books. The scent of aged paper and leather was a familiar embrace. He was hidden amongst the knowledge.

The delicate melody of his forgotten lullaby, "Whispers of the Willow," drifted from a nearby practice room. A young woman’s voice, clear and pure, filled the air.

He leaned back against the cool stone wall and let the song wash over him. He was at ease.