Lost little lamb

She worked with Idalia together while he thought. Eventually, after adding new crystals she started on making a small hoop and wrapping some of the wire around that. She measured out different spots along the hoop and left the loops open there as she continued a spiraling weave until some of the wires met in the middle.

She then took each wire-wrapped crystal and placed them on each hook. Then she carefully closed the wire loop. Each crystal was close enough to its neighbor that in a gentle breeze, they would chime together softly. It wasn't at all loud or sharp, like the sounds of very early morning birdsong.

As he spoke about touch she glanced around her myriad trinkets and found a length of a small chain. It wasn't the same shade of silver as the wires but it'll do.
She softly glanced at him knowingly, funny how he craved her as much as she craved him. Touch he says, her specialty.

She connects the small chain to the hoop and dangles the wind chime sun catcher from one paw before her, a look of pride at what she had built. She blew on the crystals and they softy chimed and cast a smattering of rainbows on the opposite wall of the fire, flickering with the flames and movement of the quartz.

"Perfect." She whispers.
She knew exactly where she was going to hang it.

Moving quickly she got up and made her way toward... his worst nightmare, a climbable wall. Deftly and with what appeared to be practiced ease she clambered up a couple of shelves and reached her paw towards an old stalactite that had the perfect scoop on it where she could loop the new bauble. But it was slightly out of her reach and she was leaning precariously over the shelving.

"Speech"