i know when you're around ('cause i know the sound)

Throughout Blake’s life there have been very few sounds that she’s come to associate with safety— with peace.

When she was a child it was the distant roar of the ocean, the voices of other children calling her to play with them, the bustle of the Menagerian market, her father’s humming as he cooked dinner, her mother’s teasing tone as she reminded Blake of something embarrassing she’d done as a baby. All of those noises are as much a part of her memories as the sights and smells and tastes that went along with them, combining to paint a picture of her life as she began to grow up.