nineteen

[sixthsinner]

I guess it's about time I shared something with the flock. I thought about keeping it private at first, but honesty is a virtue.

I remembered my name. I'll still go by Chapel--I've gotten kinda fond of it--but if you want to, you can call me Nicholas. Nicholas D. Wolfwood.

Comments

[bloody_pens]

Nicholas D. Wolfwood- that's a mouthful. Congratulations on getting your real name, though. It's quite a noble-sounding one.

[sixthsinner]

Noble? Ha! I don't aspire so highly, friend. But I'll take your congratulations all the same.

[bloody_pens]

Hmm, let's just call it a good, strong name, then, friend. And hey, you and your buddy Grift are gonna be my new neighbors in section 4, right? I'll pitch in with the celebratory booze.

[sixthsinner]

That's right, we're moving up in the world. A housewarming party, huh? I'll mark you down as the good neighbor.

[crowsloveapples]

Hiya Nicholas!

[sixthsinner]

Hey there, kiddo. You doing all right?

[grinninggrifter]

Nicholas, hm? Good religious name, that, although I'm not so sure about Wolfwood. Congratulations, my friend. Lucky you managed to hear two names and one initial.

[sixthsinner]

Well, I'd never compare myself to a saint, but it seems to fit anyway. Who knows? Maybe next time I'll hear what the D stands for.

[live_ringer]

Wolfwood, hm? Has a nice ring to it.

[sixthsinner]

You're thinking of Bell.

[live_ringer]

Cute. Though I think I already went over that schpeil with him once before.

[sixthsinner]

Oh, yeah? He must have a good sense of humor.

[cathar_jedi]

"Flock"?

It is good that you can recall your true name.

[sixthsinner]

The congregation, the community I serve-a priest without a flock's like a sandworm without the earth.

Good for who? Well, I guess it'll let me order those monogrammed towels.

[cathar_jedi]

So you are a man of faith, then?

You jest. For many, the recovery of true names is a matter of great personal importance. For myself - the name I have chosen suits, although I fear that I cannot live up to the, the inherent expectations. But I do find myself wondering who and what I used to be, and might be again.

[sixthsinner]

Something like that. Once upon a time, I was a priest.

A name is just a label. Maybe it tells you what people call you, but it doesn't say what you used to be. Or who you are.