While I rested in the back chamber, there wasn't much to do. Not physically, at least. I kept myself busy by watching what everyone was doing, and influencing them emotionally if I felt the need to. I didn't feel that need. One of my daughters- the one who had tried to talk to me last night, came up to me, and sat down and just seemed to be enjoying the companionship. My legs weren't as bad as Djraine's were, so I brought the girl with me outside.

She was a wolf spider, so she couldn't climb the tree with me (she might have been able to but widows handle falls better and I didn't want to risk it) so instead I just had her wait and I got a few of the bigger, softer leaves and brought them down. I showed her how to attach them together with spidersilk, which was an easy enough thing. She probably knew how to do it anyway, just not for this purpose. I had her follow me and we went up to Djraine and I started putting the admittedly basic aid on one of the worse parts, and made sure it stuck on. I couldn't hold it on and apply silk to keep it in place at the same time, so I was glad to have an assistant. Hopefully Laina wouldn't mind taking on this job.

Back outside again, I noticed a couple females talking to each other in that language I didn't know. I felt happiness from them when I approached, but they stopped talking. I was a parent, and I only now realized how much time had gone by without singing a single lullaby! I hadn't done it even once. Maybe I could change a word or two here and there for validity's sake and teach them some songs I knew the emotional context of. I knew the words to the songs, of course, but I didn't know their translation. Heck, one of the songs even was stated to be 'an ancient song in a long lost language'. Using emotional transmission and words, I knew how to sing to the girls in a way they'd understand it properly.

"Lee ay yui

no boo meh no

ren miri

yo ju yo go

hasa tayka na ey

kuta ma ey"

It was a sad song, full of hopelessness and depression, but exactly as full of hope for salvation from that despair. A song of faith. The girls felt everything, and they seemed charged from it, but they still didn't really understand. It took me a little bit but they did eventually know what I wanted- them to sing along with me, memorize the words and how it felt to hear and sing it. Once they tried a few times and finally got it, I heard a familiar soft ding in my head.

I've sung that song many times when I was on Earth, singing along with the show, but I never got an effect like that. "Information hymn of faith".

I thought it was time to teach another song, and hope for similar results.

Yo way yo.

Yo way yo, home va ray

yo way ra, jerhume arachne

Yo way yo, home va ray

yo way ra, jerhume arachne

Yo way yo, home va ray

yo way ra, jerhume arachne

yo way ra, jerhume arachne

A song of doom, knowing full well that you will definitely die, and everyone you ever loved already did. The original creator said something about it being 'They sung an ancient song in a long lost language. They fought on, not really believing they would win, but knowing they would die for a worthy goal'. I had to make sure the girls, Lyre and Dulcet, would understand this one too. It was very repetitive, but short, and I thought it would be more difficult to teach than it actually was. As I had hoped, I heard...

"Information the Last Song".

Well with an effect like that, no wonder I considered it to be a song of faith, just like the other one. I'd leave the girls to figure out other songs. They had rather nice singing voices, now that I got to actually hear how they sounded for an extended period. There was a male wolf spider drider over off to a side, playing with something. I could look through his eyes and see it, but I thought I'd walk over there instead since Dulcet and Lyre probably wanted to get back to whatever they were talking about earlier.

He was moving rocks around. That's it. Just picking up rocks, looking at them, and putting them back into a pile. A couple of them looked somewhat different from each other; one of them a deep black. It wasn't obsidian, or glasslike at all, but it was still remarkable for the group of stones it was a part of. I talked to him for awhile, trying to figure out what he was doing, but he didn't really seem to have much of a plan. I left him to his own devices and went to check up on Laina and Djraine. They were both getting along and the wounds were getting patched up half-decently.