woman on fire

Bazi could only offer a shrug. Her own mother had scoffed at the idea of naming her children according to a set of rules, and picked whatever names took her fancy. Bazi, Mari, Zimbri, Zambiya.. they were either syllables that seemed to fit, or bastardizations of words she had heard on the road.

Whilst Bazi was mostly in agreement with her mother on that front, she had no desire to sit and make noises until a name emerged. Scimitar's idea to root their names in something meaningful and personal received an enthusiastic bob of the young soon-to-be mother's head. "Whittier," she decided, turning her own head to stare dreamily into the trees. "I can't remember where I heard it." Ea, maybe? Bazi scrunched up her face. Perhaps it was better to stay away from naming her children after her own family. "I like Pasha, too. He was a ranger that hung around when I was little." And had a mad crush on, but Scimitar didn't need to know that.