Qeya River What Would Mama Say?

"Ghost Talker.." He repeated the words, his tail waving gently. He had succeeded - he had what he craved so desperately in his grasp.

Now, he was given the choice to give himself a name. But what would he be if not Kekoa? He would need to think of something strong, something respectable. But it should speak to his role too, yes?

He took a long moment to contemplate. "If I cannot keep my name then.." He paused, furrowing his brow. He had to be sure. "I will be River Walker."

It was matter-of-fact, and gave thanks to the water that had blessed him. It felt right.