[ H] er first answer is…
…she does not have one.
Yet the second after, as if in response to this golden man’s question, an upsurging of memories floods her mind; yet the moment she tastes of them but for a moment, they melt into puddles of nothingness in her heart, leaving naught but a single name. With a slight intake of air, she attempts and fails to fathom how this can be; how only what she is called could be recalled. She remembers, fleetingly, snow drifting wearily to rest upon pavement, a grateful bite into a warm loaf of bread; yet there are no faces to long for, no people to miss. And thus she is suddenly tempted to sink to her knees in despair, and give in to… What?
Nay, she will not yet allow herself to end. Not here, not now; she’s still a story to tell.
And thus she lifts her head, with eyes brown and bold that speak proudly of an indomitable, an unconquerable spirit, and she gives those crimson pools her name.
"…my name… Is Hakuno. Hakuno Kishinam [i ].”
[ ♠ ] This innocent looking girl needed a moment, so it seemed. She seemed to be somewhere else with her name. He gave her a moment. After all, he had no other choice, to be quite honest with himself. He was bounded to a human. Of course, he could find other ones, but still, it was better starting with the first one.
She was pretty, he had to admit. Not special, but average. Still, she was good looking. Also, there was some kind of strength within her, a struggle ought to be won, apparently. "And you are supposed to be my master, little girl." She was smaller than him. So little fit. Then again - who wasn't smaller than him? Although, in addition, she had told him her name, he didn't need to call her by that necessarily. Her name sounded strange, but in the future world things had changed. The names did, too. [ ♠ ]










