Noctisardor Bypass We'll sneak out while they sleep

Druid swallowed a chuckle when Glaukos squeezed himself into the den, as if he didn’t quite fit inside. She sensed his unease and gave him a soft smile, appreciating that he would make himself uncomfortable at her request—both of them.

Now there’s an idea, she hummed in response to his pitch.

She liked the thought, in principle. It was a little unconventional but Druid wasn’t particularly one for conventions, was she? Practically speaking, the children would need monikers of some kind from the start, perhaps simple nicknames they could shed when they were a bit more grown.

‘When they can’… Druid repeated. If we let them pick their names as soon as they’re capable of speech, we may end up with children named things like Goo and Gaga, she pointed out with an indelicate snort. Do you have a surname? she tacked on in the next breath.