Chapter 2

The Naming Process

Sparks had been spending most of his time with the young one. He feeds her, gives her water, plays with her, watches her, protects her, comforts her, and so much more. Sparky is always on the sideline. She never really interacts with the snivy, the only time she does is when the little one interacts with her first but the snivy spends a lot of her time with Sparks. The snivy spends more time with Sparks than Sparky does. This is a little annoying for Sparky, after years of being separated, she feels like they are separated once again. This time by a harmless snivy though. She has never really been outside of the attention. She was the one always being cared for and worried about because she was the young one but now she isn't the young one and Sparks expects her to know exactly what to do. She has never had someone younger than her around her, let alone a new hatchling. This has aliened her a little. She looks at the snivy and finally said hiding how she feels, "We need to name her."

Sparks looks at the little one and said, "Yeah, we really do."

"Any ideas?"

"hmm... not really. It's really hard to find a name for someone that best fits them. I don't want her to fit up to the name. You have any ideas?"

"Well, What about keeping her name at snivy?"

"That's too simple for her. So many parents keep their name as what they are described as. It's the easy way out. You don't need to put much thought into it."

The little snivy followers the speaker with her eyes like she was listening in trying to decide the meaning of the strange language as she lays comfortably in the bedding made of pieces of cushions.

"I understand," Sparky pauses to think, "What about P.J?"

"P.J?"

"Penny junior."

"I don't know." Sparks looks at the snivy, "P.J. just doesn't seem like her."

"What about D.J?"

"Dash junior? No."

"Well what about Flower?"

"Snivy don't have anything to do with a flower."

"Well, they are grass types."

"Yeah but nothing on the snivy says flower to me. You see a flower when you look at the snivy."

Sparky looks at the little one, "No not really. At least I'm trying you're not even trying to throw out any names."

"I'm thinking."

"Are you really? Are you really thinking about a name for her? Or are you thinking and criticizing my names that I come up with?"

Sparks doesn't answer.

"Come on Sparks, say a name for the snivy. No matter how stupid it is. You always try to be so prefect. No one can be prefect. Sometimes we need the stupid ideas to get to the good ideas. Doesn't she deserve her own identity? "

"Yeah."

"Then say a name. Any name."

Sparks stays silent for a minute, eventually he said, "What about Leafy?"

"It's a cute name but for a snivy?"

"True. This naming process is going to take a whole chapter of our and the snivy's life."

"Yeah. I hope it won't be the rest of our story."

"Probably not, you're still pretty young and as long as you're careful you'll have many years ahead of you and we'll be able to think of a name before our stories end."

"Alright, " Sparky looks towards the snivy, "What about Bluey?"

"hmmm... it's an interesting name... better than some of our other ones, but not for the snivy."

Both Sparks and Sparky remain silent for a little. Trying to figure out of a name for the snivy. They look at the snivy and look towards each other then look out in in the distance. The snivy makes eye contact with them every time they look her way.

"We could call her Ivy." Sparky said.

"Seriously... Ivy... the ending of snivy... boy we aren't thinking very hard if that's the best we can come up with."

"We could call her seedling... I guess."

"That name is a cute name. It's a nice name... but she'll probably not like the name when she is grown up."

"hmmm..." Sparky was getting annoyed. Every name she said was shot down by him. "Was he ever going to accept a name? Did he have this much defiance with his mate naming their kid?" Sparky thought. "What if we named her snivy?"

"I already told you that snivy is just taking the easy route."

"Let's name her snivy... but not call her snivy."

Sparks looks at Sparky a little confused, "What do you mean?"

"Well many pokemon in this region don't realize that Tsutarja is another name they call snivy in another region. I guess you can argue that it's still being lazy but, it's definitely different for the area."

Sparks stays silent thinking about the name. Sparky waits to hear the answer that Sparks is going to give. The snivy stands up and slowly walks to Sparks. Sparks looks at the snivy. "You must be hungry no?"

"Sni!" The snivy speaks excitedly.

Sparks smiles grabs the blue oran berry and hands it to the snivy, "So how do you like the name Tsutarja?"

The snivy giggles as she munches on the berry.

Sparks looks at Sparky, "I think naming her Tsutarja is a great idea."

Sparky looks relieved that they finally have a name for the snivy. "They could right a book on just us trying to name this little grass type."

"Come on Sparky, it wasn't that long. It was only like forty-five minutes ."

"Yeah but it felt like they could right a book on it."

"What you think and what is realty are usually very different."

"Yeah I guess... well Tsutarja it is."

The snivy looks up at Sparky towards the sound her name being said.

Sparks examines this and said, "I think she's already getting to know her name."