Honeyed Pasture you smoke crack, dontcha?

Amphi...am... Ying tried to be quiet while practicing the name, so that he would not hear her struggle. Am-phi-tri-te. She looked up at him and searched for approval, her own tail tapping proudly behind her. It was much longer and more complicated than her given name, but she could not deny her interest. She wondered where it came from, and if this goddess who had provided her namesake would be open for communion. 

She shifted to push more of her weight onto him, hopefully pushing Xiaochou onto his side in the process. I am not good at being in the sea, Ying admitted, I have sisters and cousins. They are good at it, but I stay on land most time. Living on the island had given her coat a salty tint. It was a deceptive feature; he wouldn't have known her truth, had she not told him.