5 A lot of confusion, talking And complicated emotions (2/2)

Carla began her cute pouting again. It really makes one wonder what would her reaction be if she knew that her presentation of displeasure was seen as being cute by the little snake.

Carla's behaviour really made it hard for the little snake to think of the name, not because she is being troublesome or annoying. No. It is because she makes him want to tease her even more. But doing so could really mess up the friendly relationship they have, with the open bantering and no formality.

'Sigh, how about we both be quiet for a second, and if the next thing you suggest for a name is just 'snake' in some roundabout way, I will go think of the name without your help.'

”... ”

'Alright, then...'

Hearing that Carla actually became silent, giving him some quiet, little snake focused his vision on a single pebble in front of him, since he can't close his eyes, took a deep breath and started concentrating on thinking up names and remembering some from his past life.

After fifteen minutes passed, both Carla and the little snake were still shrouded in silence. But as time went on and thirty minutes passed, Carla began wondering.

There is no way he fell asleep, right?

He has been still for half an hour now, and he didn't even budge. His eyes remained unmoving, relaxed and without focus. Should she wake him up?

”... ”

This tricky little snake, there is no way he is making me do all the work on purpose... I need to make sure.

”Hey, are you...”

'What about Boros?'

The sudden response from the little snake surprised Carla. If the little snake was there to see her blush, his mind would surely go blank.

Carla hurriedly hid her embarrassment with a slight cough to adjust her voice. He would surely begin to tease her again if he knew what just happened.

” What is that supposed to mean?”

After getting over the fact that the little snake's response came out of nowhere, why would he choose such a strange name? Is it something from his past life.

'It is short for Ouroboros. A snake which bites its own tail, representing rebirth. Or so the legend says, if my memory serves me right. '

Carla has heard some of the stories that were spread by those that were summoned to this world, some would speak about gods and legends, myths and stories, but a strange thing was that many of those stories came from the worlds that don't support magic, no they even scorn it as madness. Just because they can't prove its existence with their mundane machines.

I would like him to tell me stories from his world one day, and I would like it if it were in person.

Maybe one day?

No! What am I thinking? That would be dangerous for him, especially since he is still so weak. Strangely, I don't want anything bad to happen to him...

While lost in her thoughts, Carla yet again blushed, but this time a faint smile decorated her beautiful face.

Such thinking is dangerous, I need to say something, he is very quiet right now. He probably wants to hear my opinion on his new name.

”Hmmm, is it because you were reborn?”

'Yes.'

Little snake really did keep quiet to hear Carla's opinion. But it couldn't be because he wants her to like his name, right?

”It is fine, I guess.”

But little did Boros know, Carla was more concerned about strange emotions that started appearing in her heart.

”Now, where were we with the teachings of this world?”

- - -

A dark, cave-like room surrounded from five sides by rock walls while on one side having a dirt wall. The shadowy figures can be seen moving in almost complete darkness, while aurora-like light slowly fades on the ceiling. In the middle of the room, a stone fountain can be seen surrounded my hatchling snakes.

These hatchlings are Boros's siblings, the same siblings that were having a murder fest not too long ago.

In the darkness of the fountains damaged exterior, Boros lies coiled, seemingly unmoving.

It has been hours since Boros decided on his name, and since then he and Carla have been talking about this world. Their conversation didn't really go that far considering the time that passed. Mostly because they would often get off-topic, which would lead to a friendly chat. Sometimes Boros would tell a story about his past life, and sometimes Carla would tell him something interesting that happened in the world.

In some moments they both would stay quiet, neither knew what the other was thinking. But complicated emotions kept appearing seemingly out of nowhere, making them speechless.

Such moments of silence and awkwardness would be hastily broken, either by Carla going back on topic or by Boros asking her a question about this world.

After all the questions and answers going between them, there was one that they both asked themselves but had no answer for. And it was...

Where are these emotions coming from?