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“My Greek name?” Aztec asks, her curious unbidden. She supposes it makes sense that she will be given a new name. A new name that will distinguish her as apart of the Nereides culture. She ponders if it will make her feel different. She has always been Aztec. “How are they picked?” Aztec inquires with a cant of her head, hoping that her questions aren’t too forward. She only seeks enlightenment, to understand this strange albeit extremely fascinating culture she has pledged herself to. Aztec bobs her head as the other woman coos at her to follow, doing as she is told. Her ears perk forward as she follows behind her new sister as she poses a new question. “The basics, I think,” But of course Aztec does not know what is basic knowledge and what is in-depth. “That we serve the mothers Moon and Sea, that we are female dominated and males serve us as consorts.” Enough for Aztec to get the gist of what she agreed to.

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