Stavanger Bay Flower In The Wind

The sea-wolf nodded, affirming his previous statement that she now had two homes. This was still quite the revelation for the tiny flower, who had now placed not one but both forepaws on the rock, reaching out to sniff it more. Truth be told, she'd forgotten all about asking for his name, and when he repeated words, it brought her innocent gaze back to him with a renewed smile. 
 
                            "Witch! Siiiiiiizzzeeeee.... Siiizzeeeeeeeeeeemmmon."

Entertained by attempting to correctly pronounce his name, Witch's tongue flicked out as if tasting the wrongness she was saying. The cream toddler fumbled with this for a few minutes before giving up with a final coo of:

                                                           "Sizeeeeemonnnnnnnn!" 

Seemingly proud of herself, Witch removed herself from the rock and edged forwards, eyeing Szymon as if he would lash out at her as she not only touched but stepped over the scentline. This was okay, right? If it was her home too, she wanted to explore it -- would Szymon allow this, leave her to her devices, or follow her? Hopefully, he wouldn't revoke her freedom, send her back into Doonneliath before she found herself ready to return home. 

                                                                                                    "'Kay?"