“Rocranth!"
Like a bolt of lightning, the Sun’s Honor called out to the heavens again. “Rocranth! That’s who I will be. Most brilliant mother-Gwillanth shone on me the possibilities and I gleamed, I gleaned! Rocranth. Call me by this name."
You hear this cry, startling out of your own slow conversations, or near-sleep, or perhaps you were waiting for it. He was the first to say his name... now what were you to do? The idea of it had been percolating within you for some time, spurred by the difficulty in reaching for one another with no word-name to call the other by. Perhaps some ideas had occurred to you, perhaps they had not... but eventually, the inspiration would strike, and you would have your own name.
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Did Rocranth discover his name before or after you? If after, what kept you from announcing your own name? When or if you discover your name, how do you communicate it to others? Is a name a private and personal expression, or merely a public handle? How do you feel about nicknames or shortenings? Does your name come to you in “pure” inspiration, or do you need to hear other names to painstakingly construct your own?