I was once told..
“I was once told a story how you and my father collaborated to build the Planar Origin Infoscope & Nautical Telegraphic Energy Responder, still used to this day. He spoke of how your voice was the key to every breakthrough.” Vatna paused before asking his question. “Is this something that can be learned?” He paused again before asking his real question.“Is this something you can teach?”
"I suppose, I could start again.”Ceylon gets starry-eyed.“Why, back when I didn’t wear this uniform, I’d launch every gallery opening with a complimentary performance. Yea, I was real good at lulling my lovely patrons into a better-buying-mood. My bejeweled glass harmonica and natural Siren's penchant for plucking heartstrings ensured that.”Ceylon shrugs her shoulder toward the young moth with the frivolity of a wink, and points to Vatna+'s silk-stringed fingers.“But you already know a little about plucking strings, don’t you?"
Ceylon leans in closer, her feather tips starting to labradoresce, her voice losing all playfulness. "I will not teach simple things. Anyone can witness music and think they understand enough of its potential. No, I will do your father right as he has done by me, I will impart the wisdom required for you to become the very Call the music begs."
He tugged on his string as a nervous tick while listening to his father’s friend. She talked as a master of their craft, and he had just days ago discovered the first drops of the ocean that was music. The tug became a pluck that let out an off tune note accompanying the word “Call.” It made his antennae twitch. There was something about that specific word.. To bring the music to him..
"You can teach me to BE music? I accept."