"It isn't mine to name." He answers immediately, his hand stopping dead on the page before he looks up at Haizea with surprising intensity.

"I've never been taught, I don't know what's proper, but I know this writing is right. It isn't mine, but it's right." He explains, looking back down to his scribbles to run his finger over the curved lines of text he's written out.

"Mine to tell a story with."