Sequoia Coast Purple

The woman looked over at the sea-witch. "Ah, but am I? Or am I not? I must be, but there is always a possibility I am not." She shrugged, as whether or not she was crazy was no big deal. She enjoyed time with this female, and hoped that they would become...something. Not truly a friend was lotus, more like that interesting person in the back of the class that bitch-slaps anyone who thinks they can fuck around with you. Yah, like a genius, insane guardian. A small, genius, absolutely insane guardian, yah. "But does this witch have a name? Is she named after the sea, or no?" She skipped over truly asking for the woman's name, but instead asked for traits of the name.