Name: Puddle
Naming Dream:
They asked him what he wanted to be. Who he wanted to be. It was baffling.
What did they mean?
Left with no other recourse-- he reflected the angry voices as they rose, the quiet ones as they fell, and they seemed to take that well...
Until they realized that all he was doing was giving them back exactly what they were. Some of them didn't like it-- or what he saw in them. Some of them found it amusing.
It was one of those that dipped their great head to his ear and whispered in a green scented puff of breath, and the secret made every scale on his small body tingle.
How could all of that exist in him?
