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Sorry for the huge wait! I give you a longpost as a gift! (WC: 524)
She did not know why she was finding it so hard to accept Nayati’s words. She accepted a great deal that most had dismissed. While she had been young, Aurèle had thought her a fool for believing in ghosts. At the time, she had not known her aunt was a ghost. She still thought her aunt was alive and well. Her sister had called her an assortment of names, but still Tayui knew what she had seen. So why was it so hard for her to accept the idea that a name could hold that sort of power? She had seen Dawali’s spirit guide and knew that hers was out there, too, waiting for her. Waiting for when she would be ready to find him or her.
But names held an entirely different meaning for her. Nayati had complimented her name, and she had balked. Now, he suggested the name was the cause of the sorrow, and again, she could not believe it. Names were invented and created by luperci, and often borrowed from humans, so why should she believe they had any power? If humans had once possessed any power, it had destroyed them. She did not wish the same fate for the canines or any animals that roamed these lands.
“Perhaps,” she replied, still unsure why she hesitated. “But I don’t know how a name can hold any power if everyone has their own name for the same thing. The smaller animals might not even have a name for it. And many don’t even know it exists.” She frowned, trying to express her thoughts with a greater coherency. “The names we give might have power because we believe they have power. When you name someone, the name has a meaning for you, and you want that meaning fulfilled. But we understand things by scent and sound and touch. And by who we knew.” She frowned, shaking her head. She didn’t know what she wanted to say, or how to say it. “Names have power,” she added, then paused. “But in different ways. They’re not all the same.” They couldn’t be. After all, her names came from many different languages and origins. She and Pilot had named their pack Shadowed Sun to carry on a tradition, and Inferni had kept their name. AniWaya was named after the people, and other packs had their own reason for naming things the way they did. She just did not think the curse could come down to something as simple as a name. For all she knew, it had been a human item someone had read, or remembered from when they were still alive. Perhaps someone had bestowed the name upon the lands with the specific intention of cursing them. She did not know, and she refused to believe anything so easily falsifiable. Perhaps she had read too many human books, or perhaps she was just not as spiritual as she thought. Whatever the reason, she agreed with Nayati’s premise, but questioned his application. She only hoped she’d made it clear she did not disagree with him entirely; he seemed like a nice enough man, after all.
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