Alluvion

[Patricus I]

To be gifted a name, Philip contemplated. Dead parents bestowed his own until he chose his new one. What did she mean by many before? How many names did she have? Maybe she was a figment of many dreams? She seemed on the verge of asking a question, which he was willing to listen until it was abandoned. He wouldn’t chase it down. It was hers to pose when she was ready. In its place, an offer was raised. He liked gifts, and meticulously stored all of them to browse at leisure.

“You may,” he said. A proud smirk slicked his lips, infinitely curious to hear more.