Cricket Creek Bog so peace be with every place that you had

her name was like a tornado that tumbled from her mouth. aengus would not have been able to settle on what to call her if it hadn’t been for the girl suggesting a nickname shortly after spilling the entire length of her moniker. weejay, he tasted the sound of her name in his head. he liked the sound of that and thought that it was suiting of her. he didn’t know if a weejay was a real thing, but if it was, she was the spitting image of it.
 
“you can call me gus, if you want!” aengus told her, bowing down playfully and flagging his tail up into the air. “i have a middle name too you could use! it’s cypress. that used to be my dad’s brother’s name. does your name come from anything?” he then prattled on, tossing a question to the end of his statement. he was curious to know how she had managed to get so many names if she was only as old as he was.