Sneaking out
"Are you imitating me?" Itziar raised her eyebrows with interest.
The lezaali tilted its head the other way, still not understanding what she meant.
"Since you'll be by my side for quite some time, I'll have to give you a name," she murmured thoughtfully and narrowed her eyes.
Now that she had a name, then she couldn't let the little girl who was her traveling companion not have one.
"Do you have any suggestions?" It seemed that the question had been asked to the viper, but in reality, she was talking to the other entity in her head.
[Poison... Dafi.] Surprisingly, the voice not only responded, but even contributed something when Itziar thought it wouldn't.
"So, because it's poisonous, Dafi?" She laughed at the simplicity of the name, which at the same time suited the beast. Itziar touched the viper's head and said to it: "So, from now on you will be called Dafi, understood?"