Cerulean Cape wave-wracked and wanton

 

Catori felt the floodgates open - maybe it was the endorphins from finding so many Corten or just the timing was right. She knew that others had noticed, and she kept herself firmly wedged up against Coelacanth when she wasn't up against her guardian. She teased her teeth through her sister-cousin's silky tresses until Seelie moved away in preparation for her own dance. She returned to Grayday, nuzzling up under his chin as Easy took over in describing the dances, occasionally adding her own little murmur of an explanation here and there. She watched and listened and drank everything in, feeling like her entire being and body was swept up and consumed in this feeling too; the world was in its rights at that point and she felt grateful for it. Whatever drained her and demanded of her in the coming days would not matter - the natural order was restored and she felt good right then. 

She laughed fondly when Grayday had finished his song, stepping up to press a kiss to his cheek with a bemused look. "Your mama would know you need someone to keep you in line," She teased warmly, reaching up to tease her teeth against his ear for a moment. She helped Grayday with the particularly unique texture of the sea lion's flesh, licking her chops as she drooled over it. How long ago had it been since she had partaken? She wished so hard then that Chelan was present too - among the sea of Corten if Coelacanth was the sprite and spirit of the waters Chelan was the rock that gave her refuge through it. Catori stepped briefly away from Grayday, weaving through to press her skull against Easy's as well for a moment. 

The tale she told was one that many Corten knew - she'd earned her title after all not only by the way of her coat but by the unique perspective she shared. "We are as old as the sea itself, and the sea has given us it's bounty time and time again. It cares for us, and in turn, we care for the world around us, ensuring that what we leave for our young and for theirs is better than what we had." She began, looking across the gathered group for a moment. "Before the world itself was green and lush everything was white - everything was locked in snow and ice, and the world could not sustain it's people." Those times were miserable, and life was hard - if not impossible. 

"The great Raven made the world green, it's wide wings sweeping across the plains and bringing with it life for the world. Things became lush, and the world was receptive to new lives taking hold. As the world was populated and thrived we needed to remember how fortunate we were. Some were ungrateful, some didn't care. As a reminder, the Raven chose to make some of it's great bears white to remind us all of the times when the world was covered in ice and snow. Those bears are sacred, the spirit bears watch over us and serve as a bridge between the old world and the new." Catori explained, watching her family in particular; her own thoughts set on what their family would look like in the coming months. Would any of the children carry her own markings? 

"Some of us, like me, are lucky enough to bare their colors and markings. Whether that means I'm any more intune to the world is left to be seen," She quipped, a little laugh offered, "But we serve as the historians, the storytellers, the ones to pass the tales from generation to generation - and we add our own tales as each generation comes and goes to make our family stronger." When she'd finished she returned to Grayday's side, chest heaving just a bit as she pressed herself against him - ultimately emotional and excited for the evening.