Qeya River atiga

The boy looked interested in his brother a moment, then moved on to the various piles for inspection. Kigipigak wondered what he would choose - what he might do with the objects, beyond studying them. He wondered if his son would seek the antlers as a king might seek a crown; maybe the stones would appeal to him for their rich colors, or the feathers for their softness. He did not know what he hoped for and found, as Attuaserk scoped out these objects, he did not care what the boy chose. It was a monumental moment to witness his first becoming.

His son, his first born. Alive, healthy, making a choice he did not fully understand. He went for the bones.

Kigipigak was not as surprised by this choice. The boy was a strong mixture of both himself and Sakhmet, it felt fitting that he would choose something with a more spiritual leaning. Bones could be read, they could be carved, they could be eaten during the lean times for their marrow; they represented survival above all, to Kigipigak. His son was choosing such a life.

You are no longer Attuaserk, first born to the hearth of @Sakhmet. Kigipigak announced this with authority while the boy's gaze lingered upon him. They shared a glance. Your name is Kivaluk, and you are my son. As I have been named for my unbreakable spine, you are named for that first piece upon the column. Take your favorite bone from the pile - that is yours, to show your mother.