After listening to the ancient cultivator's plan for their morning together, Rezzue touched the first bassinet with the back of her fingers. The past year for her had been an incredible journey… and she knew that it didn't seem like that would slow down any time soon. She began speaking a set of names before she ran her knuckles along the other baby-baskets, in the order of their birth.
"Talizz. Wyrae. Raupii."
"Hmm… so not the Old Tongue?"
An immediate comment from the woman listening made her smile, but she restrained it and responded with the seriousness she felt it required.
"No. That language has persisted for an incredible amount of time, but I would not give them a name connected to a past we do not properly respect as a culture. No offense to your parents."
