Hushed Willows Toymaker

“Oh.. I see.” She understood the problem. How were they to turn a little tail to dry? Faele tried to think, often flapping her tail about excitedly in her thought, and then falling terribly still. “Maybe,” she took a breath in, and then tried to add on a little more, “I can- I can help.” But then when she tried to think of things, well, she fell short. So, to this she looked to the man she was pretty sure she’d now spoken with for hours. Her intensity upon this project overwhelmed her with joy for him, so that he might have the best gift of all. 

Well, they had to figure out something to dry this tail!
“What do you think we should do?”