your love is anemic

Why did the stranger look so worried? She wasn't that scary, was she? Sure, one day she was gonna be big and ferocious and the best monster killer in all the land, but that wouldn't be for a while now. Whatever, maybe she was just a scary puppy. Or maybe the lady was shocked that she was purple. Lots of people thought being purple was weird, but it anything was wierd, it was that they were boring colours! The strange lady introduced herself, and gave a rather short name. Lior. Kind of like lion. Funny, she didn't look like a lion. If you turned the O into an A she would be liar. Did she lie a lot? She didn't look like the kind to lie about things, but who did? She was a lying lion, which didn't sound wrong at all. Lions probably were big fat liars, just like cheetahs liked to cheat at everything. Cats were nasty things, weren't they? The lass frowned. Now she couldn't remember the name properly. Was it Lion? Yeah, that sounded right. Even though she didn't look like a lion. They were big scary kitty cats who gobbled up little wolflets, mommy Vi said.

It registered a little late for the violet babe that a question had been asked, since she was lost in thought and all that. She perked up, however, beaming up at the stranger. " 'M Absinthe. Mama and mommy and Milli just call me Abby though, less hard to say." She drawled innocently, glancing around to see if there was anything cool to look at. Maybe there was a fish out there somewhere. She liked it when the fish washed up on the beach at home, because they flopped around until someone either started to eat them, which always kinda looked funny until they stopped flopping, or until the ocean swept them away again. She glanced back up at the stranger, not saying anything for a moment. Did Lion like the fish too? "Why'd ya come out here, Lion?" She asked, genuinely curious. She always wondered why everyone went places. Did they wanna see the world too?