"February," Daisy echoed. "That's a funny name. Were you born in February? 'Cause I was born in August, see, but I don't know the 'xact day, and no one named me August - I think that might be a boy's name, anyway - although sometimes I do wish I was a boy, people mightn't laugh at me so much if I were a boy called August - I think that would be quite fancy, actually -" She sucked in another breath and continued talking, and hauling, and talking while she was hauling, getting a second wind of energy and a new pep in her step from not being alone in the dark anymore at last. "Oh! You didn't even ask me my name, silly. It's Daisy -"

Apparently the other girl had not been paying particular attention - about as little as Daisy had been paying to her in return, possibly - because her sudden snarl caught Daisy entirely off guard, and she flinched abruptly. "Oh," she mumbled, blinking rapidly and hoping, praying, she hadn't ruined all her chances of friendship with February so soon by being the pain in the neck she always was! "Sorry," she assured her, forgetting what she'd been doing wrong almost immediately, as she continued, "I get told that a lot. See, my name's actually Silence, because people always were telling me to shut it, even when I was a baby, but you know it's hard when you've got lots to say -" she broke off and peered at the girl earnestly, in the hopes she would relent, and understand.

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