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For a long moment, the little alien-looking dude and I stare at each other. He’s got an oval face, big bulbous eyes, no nose, and a tiny mouth. Right now, those big eyes are staring at me. I can’t get over it.
This is my igni in humanoid form.
Whoa.
Words start tumbling from my mouth, seemingly on their own. “So, what do I call you, exactly?”
“We are Ignationarona-leebahnawannah-polywollywangalla.”
I open my mouth, ready to try that name, and then snap my yap shut. We’ll never get around to finding Lincoln if I try saying that name all day long. I force a smile. “How about I call you Iggy?”
“Yes.” The little guy glows more brightly. “We like Iggy.”
I gesture across the little dude. “So, guys.” I know I have other things to ask my igni about, but they have a humanoid form here. A
