“Can’t name your child until you finish growing it inside of you and pop it outta there.” Kalysto frowned. “It’s bad luck to come up with a name before your child is born, you know.” He pointed to Sephiroth, “He has the right idea. You should take heed of it.”
Sephiroth scowled. “That’s not quite my motivation, but…” He shrugged.
Mahret pulled the edges of her maw back in a grin. She was feeling very pleased after her statement.