Cassiopeia's View you can dip your feet once in a little while

No worries. No rush. W_^V

Loki was so enraptured by his tale that he had almost overlooked the asking of the names. He took a breath to begin a completely different rail of words when it thunked him on the head just before the next rant-in-line.

"Names, names, yes! They are all named, friend, and those names are special names. There is Redmoon, Leila, Makaro, and Cry, as there is Slade, Loki, and now his best friend, Étoille!~"

Loki skipped forward a bit, looking around, sniffing, and actually tried to subtly find his Keeper. But the massive man was a ghost! Such a gone man, he was, never wanting to be found until he said otherwise.

"So! The best Étoille there ever was, I think I'm gonna have to find Master Slade for you, but I don't actually have to! Because he knows we're here, I just can't find him," Loki went completely circle in the sentence.  "But I like you, Étoille! You have spirit! Gusto! Zest! And you deserve a good meal and a hug for it. "

What was he supposed to be talking about, again?