Silvertip Mountain Bound by the world

Walking them up to the waterfall was slightly terrifying, in such a good way. He had never thought to be able to perform this tradition by himself. When they arrived, Mason just stared at the scene and June asked what was going on. He allowed himself a smile at them both, sitting down at the edge of the water.

"There is a tradition that runs through my family. When we are your age we pick a name. One that we tell to no other but those that we trust with our lives. Our name is a trait, emotion, feeling, something that we wish to uphold. Here, at the boundary between water and earth we bind that name to ourselves."

It was a big thing that he was asking of them and he hoped they understood the commitment.

"Enter the water, then once you've decided upon your secret name, let me know. But don't say your name yet. I'll tell you when the time is right."