[But it gets a little laugh out of her, his fluster and the mumbling both, and when he comes up with a name it's her turn to take it and turn it over and over in her mind, testing it on her tongue.
The wizard, sometimes, demands her name, knowing full well he'll never get it from her like that. He prompts her for it and she gives him one, and it's never the same name twice, and he knows full well it's never the right one. Maybe he thinks he'll catch her off-guard someday, as though hunger or exhaustion might make her tired enough how her life hangs in the balance of the answer to that question. Maybe he just likes to taunt her, or to see how many falsehoods she can come up with before she runs out.
She's never given him one like Aestas. She's been Maggie and Taylor and Faye, Karen and Bonnie, Susan, Joanna, Lucy. Once she was Isolde. Another she was Sparrow. It's just good habit, to never get too attached to a name, to shuffle through them like face cards in a hand of poker.
It's not her name, Aestas. But it's the name that only Prompto knows, the one meant just for her. It sounds like one that would fit in with the world that he comes from. It sounds like hope, like maybe someday she'll follow him there, and get to use it.]
...But I like it.
[There was a story, once upon a time, of a human boy who called the name of a girl steeped in fantasy and saved the whole world.]
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[But it gets a little laugh out of her, his fluster and the mumbling both, and when he comes up with a name it's her turn to take it and turn it over and over in her mind, testing it on her tongue.
The wizard, sometimes, demands her name, knowing full well he'll never get it from her like that. He prompts her for it and she gives him one, and it's never the same name twice, and he knows full well it's never the right one. Maybe he thinks he'll catch her off-guard someday, as though hunger or exhaustion might make her tired enough how her life hangs in the balance of the answer to that question. Maybe he just likes to taunt her, or to see how many falsehoods she can come up with before she runs out.
She's never given him one like Aestas. She's been Maggie and Taylor and Faye, Karen and Bonnie, Susan, Joanna, Lucy. Once she was Isolde. Another she was Sparrow. It's just good habit, to never get too attached to a name, to shuffle through them like face cards in a hand of poker.
It's not her name, Aestas. But it's the name that only Prompto knows, the one meant just for her. It sounds like one that would fit in with the world that he comes from. It sounds like hope, like maybe someday she'll follow him there, and get to use it.]
...But I like it.
[There was a story, once upon a time, of a human boy who called the name of a girl steeped in fantasy and saved the whole world.]
Do you?