Oton. It's a strange name even for a troll. So I got to thinking and decided to ask.
"Oton," I said. "What does that mean in trollish?"
"Wellll..., it doesn't mean anything."
He seemed to to be holding back so I pushed harder.
"Oton, sounds suspicously like the town were are sitting in."
"Yeah well, you would call yourself almost anything if you had my given name."
Like a tiny jug with a tight cork wedged in place he refused to say more. "Come on, it can't be that bad."
He shuffled his oversized feet and mumbled, "Blomst, mama named me Blomst."
"Does that mean..."
"Don't- just don't say it..."
"Flower! Your mama named you flower?"
With that he spun around and started to run back towards the marsh where I could not follow.
Such a touchy little troll.