Ocean's Breath Plateau times could be much worse

Did he... like it? The question seemed queer to him. It was not something one was asked about their name. Tryphon could not recall being referred to with any other name, although he knew that the sea had granted him this one - and upon reflecting upon it, he wondered what he had been before Her, because surely he must have been someone. A concerned furrow creased his features and this time it stuck. He didn't know how to answer because he'd become so involved with his own thoughts.

When he finally had a grasp on them and managed to stow them away (perhaps only temporarily) he raised his shoulders, unsure. I... don't know, he quietly responded. The name, and Caiaphas, had been his anchors to the living world following the near-drowning; he had no knowledge of the baptism that took place in truth, only the panic and the taste of the sea on his tongue. He did not realize it had been Caiaphas - and the Nereides - who had purposefully held him under. When he'd arisen the name Tryphon had been fast on his mother's lips; but that too was a lie, she was no nearer to being his mother than this stranger before him. Again, though, that was information he was not privy to.

Is it.. important? The boy deflected, his ears folding back as if to stop the thoughts in his mind from leaking out, and he looked down at the dirt around his paws, becoming more reserved.