Names
Names are.. ridiculous. Why do we need them? Are they like labels? Noivern sighed. She heard people talk about names and other companions had asked for her own. All she ever was called was Noivern. That's a name right? Wrong. Not by what others went by. Ashtoreth was a name. Delf was a name. Nico, Miranda. Both of those were names. Noivern is a species.
She flopped over, laying on her stomach and spreading her wings and legs out in a stretch. She felt tiny paws walk across her shoulders, followed by a tail that drug behind it. "Hello, Nico." She said aloud. Getting a quiet and satisfied murr in return. He curled up into a ball and planted himself into the small of her back. A sigh passed her lips, she wouldn't be moving for a bit anyway. The claws each of her hand dug into the sides of the mattress beneath her, like they often did while she was thinking.
Maybe I should pick a name. Should I? She stared blankly at the wall in front of her trying so hard to concentrate. Yeah, I'll pick one, but... how do you just pick a name? Her keeper had told her before that people pick names all the time. Some people picked them for children, others picked their own. Even Noivern had picked her pet's name. If she could do that though, she could definitely pick her own. Right?Right. She nodded.
Noivern rolled over, causing Nico to roll off of her back and to her side. She nestled him close to her and looked over to her bedside table, picking up a comic book. It was an older one. Star Wars: Darth Vader and the Ghost Prison #1 She had read though it only a couple times. This time, instead of reading, she flipped through the pages. Looking at the colors while they passed her eyes. She flipped through it, watching the montage of colors a couple times, then slowed the page flipping on her third round. Looking for names.
Hmm, maybe I can be called Twi'lek.. it was a team in the comic, it sounded pretty to her, but not exactly what she wanted. Of course she wouldn't go by Vader. Or Darth. Such droll names. Back and forth, page after page. She almost wanted to throw the comic at the wall, it wasn't helping her at all it seemed. Well, it wasn't until she stumbled upon a character named Laurita Tohm. He was a lieutenant in the series who's demise would be in the 5th issue of the series. She had always laughed at his name. Laurita. So feminine, at least to her it was. Hmm, Laurita.. I can live with that... BUT, I must explore my options.
The next comic that lie on the table was one of her favorites. Harley Quinn #6 that was the volume where Harley made a new crazy friend who was a cyborg. Maybe I can go by Harley? She shook her head. That name just didn't seem right. She wanted something from a comic. She loved comics after all. Why not Diana? No. Raven? Selina, Mary J, MJ for short of course.. No, no and no. Names were stupid, that was the conclusion she came to. She looked back at the Star Wars issue.
"Laurita it is, I guess." She claimed, not hearing Miranda knock and walk inside, bearing some sliced mango.
"Laurita, huh?" Her keeper smiled. She had a real goofy smile. Kind of like a child who just stuffed their face with candy. "Sounds rad to me. It's a very cool name." She sat down next to her. "What really matters is if you like it though? You're the one who is going to have to live with it." She raised an eyebrow at the girl next to her.
Before she could answer her keeper's question she already popped a slice of mango into her mouth. "I think it's a pretty clawesome name I guess." She announced, mouth full of mango. "It kinda sucked me in a bit." She smirked at Miranda. It was always pretty easy to be laid back and comfortable with her even if she couldn't be with anyone else.
"Haha, good. I'll have to say, it's pretty batastic if I do say so myself." She winked at the little Noivern girl. Her little Laurita. It did suit her. At least she thought so. It wasn't something you heard every day, and her little companion friend wasn't something you saw everyday either. Just like her new name she was special.