Stavanger Bay oh what a wonder, oh what a waste

 there is a beat filled with tense thoughts but witchbaby is none the wiser, pleasantly waiting for the beautiful girl's name. snowe - simple but elegant, and ironically mismatched which appeals to witchbaby's sensitivities. "snowe," she repeats, her tail swishing against her hocks. "that's cute," she adds with a grin, leaving the like you unsaid but implied in her playful pink gaze. 

what would kinkajuú think to see her - ah, well, but does she care? (yes - and no - and yes, it's a carousel she's on.) "where're you from, miss snowe?" she asks, oblivious to the pain that the question could cause, still unaware of snowe's memory predicament.