As her feet hit the ground Reyn was right at Eli’s heels, her eyes wild with panic.
“Nakaylia!” she cried, Eli quickly scooping the screaming child from Luna, “What did you do?”
“She just started!” Xael cried, his hands over his ears as her high-pitched screeching burst his supernatural senses.
Even Elijah and Luna looked in pain, and Reyn could hear the three in the living room crying out too. Her scream was high enough that normal humans couldn’t handle it; supernaturals took it worse with their heightened senses. The only one unaffected was Nereyda, her siren blood calling out to the poor child.
As Eli scooped her up she quietened momentarily, her round turquoise eyes looking up at him. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief but it was all too soon as Eli offered their daughter to her mother and Nya’s eyes watered and her mouth opened once more, the tiny screaming growing more intense.
“Give me my daughter,” Reyn begged, stepping forward with her arms out, “Please Eli.”
Taking the tiny bundle into her arms, she wrapped her daughter in her quilt, holding one of her outstretched tiny hands. She wanted to get away from everyone, but she could feel the anxiousness in her daughter’s voice, in the way she stared at her mother, scared. It was more than a mother’s bond, it was the siren in her calling for her own flesh and blood.
Slowly she began humming, rocking her daughter back and forth. The first time Nya had ever cried uncontrollably –unfortunately at three in the morning- Reyn had tried to sing her to sleep. It had worked better than expected, and she’d felt a new tug, something pulling inside her when she used her Call on her daughter. It always worked, always calmed Nya’s fits and fears, and she felt her bond grow with her daughter every time she sang. Elijah guessed Nya was at least part siren, and Reyn’s blood called out to the blood pulsing in Nya when she used her powers.
As Nereyda’s humming grew louder, Nya’s screams died into soft mewls, her little nose sniffling. Moving out of the room, Reyn stepped outside, the mother never breaking her gaze as she looking down with unconditional love. Her mouth opened and she began to sing a beautiful lullaby, a new one she had learnt just for her daughter.
Lullaby