I was born singing. Most babies cry. I sang an aria. Or so I believe. I have no one to tell me the truth of it.
I was abandoned when I was a month old, left at the Featherbed Inn in the Ayorthaian village of Amonta. It was January 12th of the year of Thunder Songs.
The wench who brought me to the inn paid for our chamber in advance and smuggled me in unseen. The next morning she smuggled herself out, leaving me behind.
I know what happened next. Father and Mother—the innkeeper and his wife—have retold the tale on the anniversary of my arrival since I grew old enough to understand the words. “You were left in the Lark chamber,” Mother would say. “It was the right room for you, my songbird.” “It was a chill morning,” Father would chime in. “Soon you were howling.” His shoulders would shake with laughter.
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