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Chan's smile warmed him, largely shaking away his suspicions. She had an odd way to her words, an accent he couldn't place.
That I don't know, he admitted. His family had collected and studied other cultures and languages, so surely it meant something somewhere. Either that or his mother had come across the name during one of the raids. These were things he didn't think a stranger needed to know. My mother named me, he said, and even this tidbit left a foul taste in his mouth. His mother was nothing short of a... well, a word he didn't feel like thinking. His mother had also never bothered to tell him what his name meant. Frankly he didn't care.
Taikon looked up — the rain clouds were darkening over them. Were you heading somewhere safe? It feels like this storm might be bad, he asked, hoping that the young woman might have a good place to hole up. Though he hadn't heard thunder, it had been raining earlier and the air pressure foretold of something nasty coming.