Deepwood Weald And we all love to sing along

She’d been aware that their histories had crossed before, but she realized now how important it seemed to be to the patriarch. It was with great fondness that he spoke Coelacanth’s name, though perhaps not without grief, for his voice broke. 

She sought to heal him with a smile. ”Coelacanth is my grandmother,” She said. ”Would you have known my mother? Thresher? She was born…Along the coast, in Undersea,” She said.