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A name was nothing to one such as he, because it meant nothing to his closed ears and sealed eyes. Someday, he would bear it with pride and affection. Today the words passed over his young head and nothing was made of them in his heart. Though perhaps they seeped through into his bones and warmed him, perhaps they created a force already as to who he would become. As to what he would be.

Constantine Julien Mayfair, the name was said softly above his head and in that moment, it became home. The young named boy settled into a comfortable, warm sleep and ceased nursing as the auto-motion was shut off by a deeper slumber.

The boy would sleep and not react to the approach of others as they came with their congratulations for the new parents. He had, after all, had quite the exhausting day; being born was hard.