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[The day starts like any other since he started working at Seventh Heaven a month back: go in, open up and prepare what he has to, make the food for the morning customers. Aleos has learned to take it all in stride, and once the number of people starts to dwindle down he takes time to rest against the counter, fiddling with his journal. There was something that had been bothering him since before he arrived, and now... It's a good time as any to ask, isn't it? So he takes a few deep breaths and starts to speak, hoping he doesn't sound too much look a fool.]

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What does a name mean to you? Almost everyone has them, but it's not exactly uncommon to go by a nickname, or another name altogether. The latter part of the group interests me a little more—why did you not keep your original name?

... Why didn't you change your name? [He must sound so stupid with this, and he shakes his head a little in frustration. Public speaking wasn't his strongest suit.]

And if you've had enough hearing about that, I guess I'll take the time to ask about a fighting instructor, or partner. Self-defense, firearms and a little swordsmanship, that's what I know. But I'm not calling myself an experienced fighter.

[That should be good enough. Once he's received some answers and dealt with anyone lingering in the restaurant as his shift ends, he'll be heading out to go mill about the battle dome, observing anyone using the rooms but not in a hurry to go in himself, if at all.]

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[Oh, hi Frey...] You're making it sound like you kind of had no other choice about that.

That is not what I mean at all. [He shakes his head, unseen.] but if 'Freyjadour' is too complex for someone's tastes, I do not mind it either way.

Though it might be considered a bit unseemly back home.

That's too complex? You don't want to hear some of the names I've come across, then. [At least it gets a chuckle out of him, thinking about it.]

There's a lot of that back where I'm from, too.

[Curious as to if his words mean this topic might mean what Frey thinks it means, he works to set up a quick filter for Aleos' privacy. Once he's done--]

Are you asking because of your name?

[There's several moments of silence on his end, debating how, if he even should, answer that. It was a simple question, with a simple answer, but to him it held a lot of weight.]

... You would know that, wouldn't you?

She told me about it. And... [A pause.] I have an Aldreios on my windowsill, that she left here.

You mentioned it when we first spoke, I remember. [It had been at that exact moment that the all too familiar fear of being recognized for what he was began to seep in. Even if it never panned out and Frey had no intention of going through with or interrogating him, it still sat there in his stomach, waiting to rise up with the smallest hint of danger.]

I'm still wondering how she managed to obtain it. That flower is supposed to be so rare some are starting to think it's extinct.

I believe she managed to obtain it as a Christmas gift from the Malnosso, if I recall correctly.... they have a habit of giving us gifts around that holiday. [One year it had been a family portrait, for him. This last Christmas it had been the rage rune he currently bore in his right hand.] Items from home can be included in these gifts.

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I suppose I will hold out until Christmas, then. [Not that he has many things from home he would want here. What he valued most were people, and he didn't want them brought here no matter how much he may miss them.]

They can be predictable in their choice of celebrations, at times.... perhaps it will happen again this year. [But more importantly....] Is there something in particular you needed?

Maybe, we'll just have to wait and see I suppose. Some celebrations from my world have already passed and nothing has happened here for them. [He pauses a little to think about Frey's question though, running a hand through his hair once after a few moments of silence.]

If you can remember, what did I introduce myself as when you say we first met?

Celebrations would vary though, wouldn't they? The calender system used here is not like my world in many ways, too. Too many days in a week. [Freyjadour knew that the holidays and weekdays here seemed to coincide with a calender used in one of the worlds represented here though. He pauses for a moment, thinking back. It was a bit hard to remember such a small detail so far back, but that day had been memorable enough--]

You were introduced to me as Aleos Sadres. But your brother was the one who introduced you.

So it would seem, but then you get celebrations like Christmas that are big enough to warrant the Malnosso to have everyone celebrate it. The calendar from my world is a bit different, but it sort of seems like the dates more or less match. [From what he had studied so far anyway, though for having been inside and away from people so much of the time he didn't think he was learning as much as he should have.

The mention of his name, however, makes him fall quiet again.] ... What did my brother say?

From what I am able to guess, the Malnosso prefer holidays that seem to be similarly celebrated in many worlds.

[He pauses once more, trying to remember...] He introduced you as such, and told me your age. That you were fourteen at the time.

Maybe it's a way of getting us to be more compliant. [Always questioning, always doubting. It's what he does.]

... So almost a year ago for me, before getting here. I wonder, if that's the name he introduced me with, is it the one I should keep with others?

Perhaps.

How many names do you have? [He was curious about this line of questioning, admittedly. And hearing that it had been so long didn't surprise Frey.]

I suppose that explains how greatly your appearance has changed, though I must admit you look quite different after only a year.

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