Playing with fire in a more arsonist way
Did the Salamander...miniaturized itself after watching Jade?
"Hey!" it called again as I was frozen in stun.
I blinked, looking at the lizard that admittedly, looked more adorable. It had a whitish flame coming out of its bright orange head, looking like hairs. And the previously crimson eyes were now turning blue, blazing like the hottest flame.
"A name!" it insisted again, snapping me out of my trance.
"You don't have a name?"
"No," the Salamander said, and while I couldn't see it, it seemed to be pouting. "A name is given by others. Who would give me a name if no one ever came here?"
Oh, look--it was sulking again. I held myself back from laughing though, because its concern was a serious one. A name...yeah, a name was an important thing because it gave part of your identity.
Although, in my case, it could turn ironic.
Anyway...a name, huh?
"Hurry up!"