User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171106221206/@comment-28358106-20171107214207

Tirush gives a small, mirthful laugh, even as she holds Partha to the eyepiece. "So you say!" She chuckles. "Such a strange thing, yes, to name a thing that you cannot hold, or touch, or even see without your machine!  I do not make a fire, and then name it, and call it mine, even though I may hold it."

She chuckles as she sets Partha down again. She gives Imperia a broad smile and waves her hand, shaking her head apologetically. "Forgive me, forgive, akklah.  I do not mean to make fun.  I learn of new things each day, new small things about the groundfolk that I never could have thought of on my own.  So, I shall ask you a question..."

She puts a fist on her hip, her wings folded behind her. "Let us say I name this nahabhuu for you.  Is this then mine?  Do I then say, 'this nahabhuu belongs to me, its beauty is mine?'  Do I say, 'all must now know this name?'  What may I use it for, when the winter is hard, and the prey low in their lairs?  May I think to myself, 'I may be hungry, but I have a nahabhuu to think about?'"

Her voice is teasing, and without ill intent, but Imperia can tell she is asking a serious question.