Singing… it was a private thing. A family's songs were shared only with their most trusted friends and, sometimes, extended family.
They were family.
In time they would make new songs, but for now, it was right that they share the songs of their childhoods.
When it was eir turn, Kolchais shared one of eir good memories from eir childhood – a song of wind and running eir Baba had taught em while they worked the family garden together.
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About 3,000 words edited on Planting Life in a Dying City, almost done with Kolchais' section of the story.
They are learning how to build a family together!