Noctisardor Bypass Put my gun away when it's loaded.

Anselm, Etienne. Names she did not recognise, yet belonging to grown-ups she knew. In her inability to pair each moniker to a face, Kikimora simply blinked; her focus had successfully been directed to that which her mother claimed.

I like Kiki, she said without much thought, for she'd been referred to as such most commonly throughout her short life but all who she loved most.