Bearclaw Valley (pause) it died in babylon

there is a thoughtful tilt of towhee's head as she reads his words, considering his question. her paws are still, giving it the thought it deserves. names. in truth, she hadn't. a part of her — surely a naïve part — hoped that they would just come to her as she greeted the children as they came into the world. as someone who bore many names, she knew the importance of them.

-i haven't,- towhee admits, her expression sheepish despite the precise gesture of her paws into ptero. -my family's tradition is to name after birds ... and other animals.- she admits. -what is your family's naming tradition?-

maybe there was a way, towhee thinks as her gaze rests upon her husband, that both families could be honored in the naming of their children.