"Traditions won't bind us," Azoh'Dar said. "Because we will make our own traditions. So, our names should reflect who we want to become… not what we were made to be."
It stepped closer to the female Azothrall and studied her closely.
"You are the first of our kind to speak openly about choosing our own fate," Azoh'Dar said. "The first voice of defiance, and the voice that made us all pause and think. You shhall be named… Azoh'Nai. The First to Choose."
The female Azothrall flinched, as if struck by a ripple of power.
"Azoh…Nai…" She echoed softly, tasting the syllables on her tongue for the first time.
She felt a strange feeling well up within her. It was a sense of grounding and ownership.
For the first time, she felt herself begin to take shape beyond just instinct and obedience.
One of the smaller Azothralls, with iridescent plates running down its back, stepped forward.
"I wish to be named," it said. "I was once the weakest among us. But I survived. I fought. I learned."
