Erik sweeped his hand at the horizon as though presenting a prize at the end of a wearying race. A purple breeze stirred his sunny hair and continued its dance into the mountains behind them. A man lay in a meadow and dreamed of flowers. A dark girl tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled.
"Okay, among all the places we have gone, this is one of the best. What do we call it?" She asked.
Erik smiled blissfully. The problem in this world was rather obvious. "I was thinking 'Heavenland'."
"Didn't we already name a world that?"
"Oh, that's right. Was it the one with the singing flowers or the one where everybody could fly around when they were asleep?"
"I think it was the second one. How about calling this one 'Technicolorspace'?"
It was, indeed very colorful. Scentless pollen seemed to float on every breeze, making it easy to tell where the wind was headed while making it very difficult to see very far into the distance. The sky was stunningly blue, almost bordering on violet, and the sun was nowhere to be seen.
Erik craned his head backwards, looking for a sign of pixellation. "Do you think this one will be all a computer simulation, like Chessworld?"
Stephanie shrugged. "Who cares? It's kind of bright for my tastes. I liked Ravensphere more."
The man in the meadow stirred. Erik turned, just enough to check if he was awake yet. He wasn't, it was rather windy, and he was hogging the only source of warmth they had, but they were fine with that for now. If it got darker they might risk sharing it. For now Skulduggery could sleep in peace.
In the meantime, they would scout and taunt him about his apparent narcolepsy when he woke.
"I have a new name," Erik said.
"Acidtrip?" Stephanie asked.
"Well, it was actually something more like WaltDisney'sWorstNightmare but I guess Acidtrip works a lot better."
Her eyes darted to the edge of the cliff and pointed. "Stairs, look."
"Alright, let's go."
They went.
On another unnamed world, a young woman heard her name for the first time. She made an oath. However, oaths made by this particular young woman, in any of her forms, tended to be broken at the drop of a hat.
AN: For those of you who are wondering, "What the hell is this and is it even in the right category?" I assure you, it is. You will see.