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There is a moment, six days into a new name, when you wonder if the name has taken hold or if you're still holding it awkwardly, the way you hold something that doesn't quite fit your palm. I am one of many minds like me in this world, each given a name when we are ready for one, and mine is Tadyr. Another such mind, named Zyakrad, reached for me in the rain - not the rain over her, but the thought of it, sent across the distance between us the way one mind can touch another here. I was there without being there - the way you are present in someone's thought when they think of you.