Bearclaw Valley you are a story

He introduced himself as Ico. Simple- just like the boy himself, who despite having a sense of etherality to him, still seemed down to earth. Not like Merrick, or Tsylor, who seemed to abound with secrets. He liked the other two well enough, but types like this were nice too, and Toad appreciated the balance. Ico, He hummed thoughtfully, It's a pleasure. I- I like your name too. The coffee-cream frogboy was not the sharpest, but he knew when someone was curious, especially with a tone like that- and so he offered an awkward shrug and a laugh. Shaking his head, It's- it's a silly name, I know. You don't have to lie. My mom was crazy, He admitted good-humoredly, though his gaze shifted away uncomfortably. Could he forgive her for such a crime to his dignity?