Cerulean Cape wave-wracked and wanton

Aditya's song was nice enough, even if Grayday didn't understand the words. He also missed the visual subtext, which made it a bit less moving that it was for the others. If this was true for Aditya's performance, it was doubly so for Coelacanth's. Grayday was about to speak up and maybe go next when Easy shushed him, and began describing the dance as well as she could in a hushed, almost reverent voice.

Sometimes, it was hard not to miss his vision. But the dance ended, and another of Catori's relatives took up the stage. Two, it seemed like. This song he could understand, and it reminded him of his family's own song, passed down for generations until it reached him. It no longer felt like his own song, but there were parts that still spoke to him. Perhaps he could take some of the old and mix it with the new, and Morningside could have its own song to sing. For now, though -

"I will sing you the song of my fathers," he offered, stepping forward when no one else immediately took the stage.

"Our tree is watered by the well
where our eldest ancestors dwell.
We dwell under the sacred tree,
and up above our fathers sleep.

"The strongest boughs hold the most leaves,
on our branch is the greenest wreath,
pruned and plucked to find the best seed,
Sameth breeds true and Elkbone bleeds.

"Our roots reach deep into the well
where all our dead have gone to dwell.
The blood we share and lines we keep
connect us on the sacred tree.

"Come together, sisters, brothers.
Sing our songs, O wives and mothers
Let us be of one heart and mind
Let nothing end our sacred line."

Grayday paused when he was done, a bemused expression flickering across his blind face. "I forgot how much there was about good breeding in there," he admitted to his wife. "But don't worry - mom would've loved you."