Northstar Vale I need to spin my wheels

Her youngest daughter had been a tough sell but not Fennec. Towhee snorted a laugh at her remark, though it cut off rather abruptly when a thought hit her upside the head. She pondered it for a beat before remembering to explain her abrupt silence.

Towhee wasn’t sure why she’d never done it before but she reached out a paw to grasp Fen by the foreleg, then lifted it slightly so that she was cradling it. Using her other paw, she began to tap.

I just had a brainwave, she explained, squiggling her toe in the shape of a wave before remembering Fennec wouldn’t recognize the visual even if she could feel the shape her mother made.

Towhee went still for a moment, releasing Fennec’s leg and admitting, The idea needs more work, with a laugh. But maybe if we came up with certain patterns, we could tap out meanings. Probably just crude stuff but…

It was a way to bridge the gap between their disabilities a bit more, not that they really needed help communicating. Sure, they’d had their pitfalls with that, just like any mother and daughter, but not because of lack of senses so much as lack of sense.