Ouroboros Spine no one wakes up one day

her next three suggestions are largely amusing to him but definitely not names he wanted others calling him — though handsome wasn't terrible ( a compliment even ) ...it made for a strange name and given the state of his wounded face he isn't so sure it applies to him or if it ever did. he draws in a contemplative breath as she throws the name 'panther' out next. he agrees that it does sound stalwart, regal but not ostentatious; which was good because if there was ever a part of him that thought he was 'royal' had disappeared like smoke with his memories. it would all take some getting used to: learning who he was ...or, if his memories never return who he is now.

nailing down a name sounded like a good start to that daunting path. mirza didn't sound bad, either, but he isn't sure that 'prince' fits him. but maybe it did? that plaguing uncertainty makes its pesky presence known again and his ears flutter back to rest at half mast atop his skull as he contemplates. in the end, he lets out a small uncertain chirrup to communicate that he'd like for her to be the one to choose which name she thought fit him best: panther or mirza — which was the only likely option anyway given his current inability to communicate verbally.