Ankyra Sound But you know, that what's burning you's brighter than gold

Kierkegaard.  The father, a question that had never been resolved until right that moment, and one that Rosalyn had pretty much forgotten in the months she'd dwelt here.  She did not know a wolf by that name, but it was hard to imagine Caiaphas with any man.  Her jests about Vlad had been lies after all.

Not yet, she answered.  She did not know exactly when it was common practice to choose, but she knew she would want to at least see them before she accounted for their callings.  I don't know if she is opinionated, but I am not.  As long as they were good names, she knew she would not mind, though she had the inklings for a few ideas herself.  How did you decide?