"First off, I'm not calling you Etzli."
--That's fine. I'm not calling you Etzli either.
"Fine with me."
--Good.
"Great."
She paced the empty library, itching at her hairline, all her research forgotten. She felt more anxious hearing her own resounding footsteps in the otherwise quiet library.
Thump-thump-thump-thump.
It wasn’t only that the thunderous echo of her boots highlighted how she was unable to calm her body down. It was the echo itself, bouncing off the walls to create the illusion there were more than just her two feet moving.
"So what do we call each other, then?"
--We'll use the nicknames Pampaa gave us. He called you Sunshine. He called me Starlight. Sound good?
"Pampaa knew about you?" The thought horrified her.
--He knew you, didn't he?
"Well, yeah..."
--That means he knew me.
"But I tried so hard to..."
--To, what? Hide Me? You can't hide me, kiddo. You are me.
Sunshine frowned. "Yeah, about that..."