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{{Log
|who=Z'kiel, Z'kiel{{!}}Ahtzudaeth
|what=Z'kiel has a firelizard. Ahtzudaeth helps name it.
|where=Oversized Chessboard Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
|involves=High Reaches Weyr
|day=26
|month=11
|turn=38
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.09.24
|quote=<< In ''that'' case... Dazzle? Nuzzler? ''Pizzazz?'' >>
|weather=Pretty nice, actually.
|type=Vignette
|icons-new=Icon Z'kiel.jpg, Icon Ahtzudaeth.png,
|desc=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.
|log=<< 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. >>
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