I feel like the butterfly from The Last Unicorn, full of song and rhymes, but none of it makes sense. So this is why I write, so thoughts, songs, rhymes and riddles are organized. And that is why I'm writing this, I am a butterfly. So don't listen to me, listen.
Schmendrick kissed Molly's sweat drenched forehead, the baby n her arms squirmed and let out a tiny screech. "What should we name him?" Schmendrick asked pushing the baby's few strands of dark hair off of his forehead. A little girl with blond pigtails pulled on the magician's cloak. "Yes, Amalthea?" he questioned looking fondly down at the little girl.
"How about Lir?" she asked, her large green eyes looking imploringly at her father.
"Where did you hear that name?" he asked quietly, his green eyes reflecting her tiny figure. He lifted her up and balanced her on his hip. "Where did you hear that name?" he asked again.
"She told me," Amalthea said brightly. She gave an exhausted sigh at the looks of confusion on her parents' faces and continued. "The unicorn, she was really pretty. She told me all about an adventure with the Red Bull and Haggard. She said you two were there, but it couldn't be true, you two don't go on adventures. Anyway, I remember her saying the name Lir. It's a good name isn't it?" she looked at her father imploringly.
"Yes Lir is a very good name," said Molly.
"Yes," Schmendrick agreed and kissed the baby's head. "Lir is the perfect name."
A/N: I know it's short, but hey give me a break at least I'm still writing. So any noodles, I do not own these characters or names the are © to Peter S. Beagle. I hope you enjoyed it because positive feedback makes me happy.