Sunrays and Moonbeams

Theodore

"James."

"I know."

"James."

"I know Damien." I assured looking down to the littlebundle in my arms. It had come, we had been flying for so long but wehad no way of knowing. I knew that traveling to the world we weregoing to would take two rotations, but that was from only those whowere in top form for space travel. Long space travel.

We had hatchlings and even an egg! We would not be able to sleepuntil we found a moon or big enough space rock that was part of agravitational pull so would be easy to see where we started. Everyonewould sleep but a group of five who would stay up to watch over therest of us in case of danger, and each time we stopped the five whowould stay up switched. The only ones who were not ever taking on thewatch was the three couples with young ones. The hatchlings and theone with the egg who needed to keep their strength up because whenthe young one hatched the mother must be as calm and well rested aspossible.

I was just happy that we had strong constitutions and could eateasily enough. Wherever we found life, we knew there would be foodthat we could eat. And thanks to Gretchen, the Lore Keeper, we knewexactly where to find the planets.

But now it was time, time to name the so far nameless hatchling. Hewould be named before we landed on the rock we could see thanks to somuch sight distance that it was orbiting a planet, it was a moon,this red rock. It also was one of the ones that had the food weneeded.

"Do you have any idea James?" Damien asked and I held in mygrowl. I understood why he was pushing it, his own hatchling had justhad her own Naming Ceremony three days before the destruction of ourworld. I know how he thought about if they never knew that Rowena washer name, if some other name was chosen for her. Of course I knowthat if he had to choose if he and his mate were to have perished andshe survive that they 'd want her to survive, name or no.

"I have been thinking of nothing else but this and getting us tosafety." I assure him and I was not lying, I had gone over no lessthen two hundred names, searching for what would scream out at meThomas and Dora would consider this name not pick, justconsider. As Thomas had said even they didn't know yet. I was beingforced to do what a couple has a full trip around the sun to decideon, between the two of them, a mated couple. I had two days, and wasall by myself. There was only one name that played around with myhead, it was a good strong name.

The name of a scholar, mediator, and a earth dweller. A gift from thegods themselves. Was he? Was he my gift from the gods? The fact thatThomas could think to push this hatchling into my arms when his matewas in danger. Plus for another reason was that it almost soundedlike a smashing of the lost parents names, Thomas and Dora.

Theodore

It had rattled in my head but now looking down at the hatchling in myarms for some reason this time it struck me, it was him, his name. Isomehow could think that this was his name. It struck me.

"I am sorry James, I do not mean to push you but you-"