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Vasher... No. Shera... No. Raya?

"Hey, Raya," Imogene tried out, calling her lifemate to her.

The little white perked up, then looked confused. "Are you talking to me?"

"Maybe. Do you think I am?"

Now she was thoroughly confounded. "What? Imy, what's going on?"

Imogene grinned and put her arms around the hatchling's neck, kissing her head. "Don't worry, honey. I was just trying out your new nick name, that's all."

Vasherayath quirked an eye-ridge. "Nick name?"

"Uh-huh. My nick name is Imy. It's short for Imogene. Yours is..."

"Vashy!" the white cried, enthused.

Imogene laughed, rolling back on the bed. "Vashy?! Are you serious?"

Vasherayath looked a little hurt. "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, love. I just had something a little different in mind. How do you like Raya?"

The white rolled the word around her mouth a few times before replying. "It sounds a bit like some weird food. But," she added before Imy could object, "I like it. Do you think it suits me?"

Imogene smiled fondly at the little dragons who had chosen her. "It does, Raya."