Ocean's Breath Plateau Duet for theremin and lap steel.

“Ditty” said something to Bushtit, which earned a nod from the boy. Evidently it required no translation, for none was offered. Towhee huffed through her nostrils, patiently watching the elder man speak to her son. She saw the effort to pronounce his name for her, though much of it was still lost upon her.

-He said they’re not here. He doesn’t know if they’ll be back,- Bushtit informed his mother, who snorted softly again.

Tell him, she began, then remembered herself and raised her head a little to address “Ditty” directly, They plan to come back. Phox is my brother, Towhee explained. Anyway, we’d love to see Rodyn but there’s no urgency or anything. We’re just visiting. We plan to camp nearby for a few days.

She wondered if this man might be convinced to give her son a tour. Towhee would come along as well, of course, but she knew the plateau fairly well. She really wanted Bushtit to experience those views, though, and she knew Rodyn wouldn’t mind. But right now, it was really up to “Ditty” and whether he felt like extending the invitation.