"Sometimes it's short for Andrew? I can't remember if it was for him. Also humans get names when they're born where I'm from, not from things they do."

"Elves wait a few weeks but they don't have to earn their names either. Also they get two."

"Oh, humans where I'm from usually have three - a first, middle, and last."

"Whoa, what do you need three for?"

"A first name your mom and dad to call you and a last name so everyone knows you're theirs I guess? And a middle name just in case." she adds, giggling a little.

"Parahumans - people who get powers, only have one name they're known by usually."

"One of the three or a new one you earn?"

"A new one, usually someone decides on one before they do much of anything, based on their powers."

"Oh, so like a nickname but only for parahumans. Cool."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Did you pick your own one?"

"Sort of? I work shopped it with Uncle Jack while planning my debut. Shatterbird - another person on my old team - helped too."

"Ooh, Shatterbird is a really pretty name."

"Yeah, I actually think you would have liked her."

She can make public what Shatterbird looked like:

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"Ooh! Maybe I'll paint her portrait..."

"She'd have liked that I think - she always wanted people to pay attention to her and her singing."

"She sang too? Maybe we could've been friends if we lived in the same world, that's funny to think about..."

"It wasn't really singing like yours is - her power could transmit through an entire city and shatter all the glass, but it didn't actually make sound you could hear."

"Oh, so she didn't actually sing or she did but it was separate?"

"She didn't actually sing."

"Oh well. The glass with all the colors is amazing though so I'm still gonna paint her. Where do you think'd be good?"

"On the door maybe?"

Bedtime sees the orf finishing up a full color portrait of Shatterbird, singing to herself.

Pretty!

In the morning a heavy weight waddles onto the sleeping orf.

"Augh?"