Redsand Canyon dunefruit

She fell silent, watching with interest as Tamar worked. First, she laid out several branches, then unrolled the skins and set them over top. It made for a spacious sleeping mat, large enough for Towhee and Maxim, perhaps even a litter. If she needed to punt him out of bed to fit the kids, that was fine.

Towhee saw Tamar’s lips move, but since the woman didn’t face her, she didn’t catch anything she said. Could you look this way and repeat that? she requested patiently, trying to remember if she’d ever informed Tamar of her deafness. She sort of assumed it was common knowledge, though maybe not. I can’t read your lips unless you face me, she explained, just in case, making a motion at her useless ears.