Isis blinked and held out her hand. “My name’s Isis”
[He didn’t move.] “Well isn’t that nice. My name is Ulysses.”
“Like the war general?” She asked letting her hand fall. She would never understand humans.
[He gave a snort.] “I suppose. I guess my mother named me after him. I dunno. I was really young when the Civil War started.”
“Ah I see”She said. “Funny, so was I,”She said.
“…How old are you?”
Isis smiled softly. “How old do you think I am?”She questioned a coy smile on her face.