Meanwhile...
"What?" The mismatched creature asked me.
"What what?" I replied, rolling a rounded stone around in my palm. I'd been walking along the edge of town, having gotten bored of looking for my me.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"You can't be doing nothing, you must be thinking of something."
"I guess so."
He (I assumed it was a guy) stared at me hard for a moment. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"Why can't fire be other colors?"
"Well why not?" He put his lion's arm around me and conjured up a flame every color but orange.
"That is so cool! Teach me!" I pleaded.
"Oh, so now you're interested?" He raised a brow. "What is your name?"
"Mike. You?"
"Why I, am Discord, Lord of Chaos."
"I thought that was copyrighted by World of Warcraft or something. Are you cosplaying?"
"Coswhating?"
"I'm gonna call you Goat-Guy. GG for short. 'Kay?"
"What? No."
"Aww, c'mon GG."
"No. I will not accept such a demeaning name."
"Mixer?"
"No."
"Foul Note?"
"What?"
"Another was of saying Discord. Dis, a prefix meaning not or, as a slang word on it's own, bad, roughly equates to Foul. Cord, similar to Chord, is generally associated to music, hence Note."
"What?"
"What what?"
He face-pawed.
"What did I say?"