Logs:Naming

Naming
« In that case... Dazzle? Nuzzler? Pizzazz? »
RL Date: 24 September, 2015
Who: Z'kiel, Ahtzudaeth
Involves: High Reaches Weyr
Type: Vignette
What: Z'kiel has a firelizard. Ahtzudaeth helps name it.
Where: Oversized Chessboard Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
When: Day 26, Month 11, Turn 38 (Interval 10)
Weather: Pretty nice, actually.





Further inside, there's a pair of 'pillars' by the door that are really just stacks of outsized checkers, one set of interlocking pieces stained darker than the other. Past those are a couple of dusty wallows for a dragon or two, the space designed with them in mind. The rock of the couches is smooth, but outcroppings behind them are rough, perfect for taking care of that awkwardly-located itch. The human parts of the weyr seem almost an afterthought, being small and rough-hewn. They're located at the bottom of a small series of steps, where a sitting area at the front boasts a couple of padded chairs and nothing else. The sleeping area at the back has a small fireplace and a couple of alcoves filled with a bed and a clothes press, respectively. The decorations here are the work of a woodcrafter, the bed ornately carved with roses and ships, its posts topped with pawns. Included here are the missing chess pieces from outside. « Autumn? » "No." « Fall? » "No." « Flame? Fire? Heat? » "No, no, no." « Copper? Cinnamon? Spice? » "No." « Sear? Spark? Pyre? » Z'kiel cradled the tiny bronze firelizard in his palm and continued to oil the slumbering beast. It had been a few days already and, yet- no names had come. Not a one. He squinted at the creature, turned it over, and, yet, nothing seemed to fit. « Lucky? » That earned only a stare from Z'kiel and a good-natured, gape-mawed grin from Ahtzudaeth. « Perhaps "Fortune" instead? "Fortunate"? "Fortuitous"? » "He doesn't need a name," Z'kiel grunted. "I feel him here." He raps a knuckle. « No, » Ahtzudaeth supposed with sparkles in his thoughts. « No, he probably doesn't need a name. Nor do I think he would care if he had one at all. But. » And, here, the bronze's tendency toward oddly human gestures manifested: he held up a talon, just one, in a "wait" motion. « Names are important. » Z'kiel squinted at the larger bronze. The little bronze just chirped and rolled over in his oiled palm bed. « You were Zadkiel. You had a past as that man. » Ahtzudaeth chuffed. « You are Z'kiel - and as Z'kiel, you have a future. I am and always have been Ahtzudaeth. That is how I will be known long after we have both gone Between at the end of our days. » Something about the latter thought made Z'kiel grimace. « We have turns yet to go before that, » he chortled. « Plenty of time to have adventures and learn and grow strong. » "And what does that have to do with names?" « We - you and I - will ever be known only by our names. That is how the records will know us and future generations will only have those things to attach to our stories. » The bronze stirred on his couch and moved off of it, wings shifting to adjust. « And while he might not care about such things- well. People and dragons do. He needs a name to carry on into history, a name to link him to us. » Z'kiel thought on it for a while. Then a little longer. Until: "Then he needs a 'Z' in it." Ahtzudaeth burst into laughter - or as near to laughter as dragons can manage. Mentally and physically, he laughed and laughed until he was all but breathless. The little bronze just uttered a sleepy trill and tried to cover his head by stuffing it under Z'kiel's thumb. « In that case... Dazzle? Nuzzler? Pizzazz? » "Why. No. Stop." « Breeze? No, wait. Emblazoned? Blaze? Lizard... » "We'll go with Lizard." « No, that was a test to see if you were still listening. You passed. » Z'kiel groaned. « Azimuth? Anodized? » "That isn't a word." Ahtzudaeth just chortled in that knowing way of his. « There is "Vizier". I do like the sound of that one. Or "Bizarre". He might "Amaze" or make you "Agonize" as well. » "No more than you're doing now." « Ah! I have it. » Z'kiel raised an eyebrow. « Brazen. Or, I suppose, "Zen" for short. » Z'kiel squinted again. The wee bronzeling squeaked, squirmed and fell right back to sleep. "Zen?" « Out of Brazen, yes. Brazen is perfectly balanced, you see. And Zen- well. It certainly carries a charm with it, don't you think? » Z'kiel sucked his teeth, looked down, and finally nodded. "Zen." Beat. "Brazen." « Both. »

Comments

Squishy (16:06, 24 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

<3 <3 <3 <3 This, is awesome. So much Ahtz love. So much.

Jo (16:21, 24 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

Do I have to steal Ahtzudaeth too?? ((sighs)) Adorable. Mime will likely come visit Zen!

Z'kiel (16:26, 24 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

Nuuu, don't take my wizard dragon. D: (but visits are always welcome!)

Faryn (16:43, 24 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

Sully Jr., Yesia Jr., and Zen. Excellent.

Alida (18:14, 24 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

Cackles madly* I luff Ahtzudaeth and his gestures...and so does Ilicaeth! Brazen/Zen, Sully Jr., Yesia Jr., and now Ilicaeth Jr.! Love it! :D

Tela (09:19, 26 September 2015 (PDT)) said...

I really wanted to see him yelling 'Fortuitous!' a lot. D: ;D