Redsand Canyon The ethereal and I.

She was quite used to watching her blind daughter navigate the world, though her eyes tracked Fennec’s movements as she meandered through the garden, seeking a particular plant. Towhee wondered what guided her most in this endeavor. Did each growth have a distinct scent? Or was it more important to feel the leaves and stems to identify them? It was probably a combination of both, she decided as she continued observing.

It didn’t take long for Fen to locate and unearth a sprig of green with a bulb attached. She carried it over to Towhee, who took a sniff before the Plebian could even set it on the ground. She supposed she should be glad her daughter couldn’t see her, as she reflexively recoiled from the scent, which unbeknownst to her resembled anise or licorice.

Fennec told her she needn’t eat the leaves, which left the pale green tuber. Towhee sucked in a breath and quickly snatched it up with her teeth, not bothering to clip away the feathery leaves. They tickled her mouth, inside and out, as she quickly chewed and swallowed the entire plant. Fortunately, the taste was not nearly as strong as the smell.

Thanks, Fen, Towhee said after it was down the hatch, playfully exhaling close to the younger woman’s nose so she would get a whiff of… What was that called, anyway?

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