505 Change Of Na
Selma Payne’s POV:
The children learned to speak very quickly, and it didn’t take long for the wolf cub and little Sunflower to be able to sing a few children’s songs skillfully. Thus, the palace was suddenly filled with the tender voice of children.
Naiad’s condition had also stabilized. Unlike her brother, she had not experienced the long process of ascendance. She was like a piece of clay in a child’s hand, just like her true form. As ti passed, her appearance changed.
So, one morning in early November, Craig officially announced, “Naiad’s physiological condition has entered a stable period. A two-year-old, healthy werewolf girl.”
The two-year-old Naiad was sitting on the soft white bed, reviewing her dical report. This child’s ntal maturity was much older than her older brothers’. Ten days felt like more than ten years. She had the appearance of a little girl, but at the sa ti, she had the heart of an adult.
“You know I’m different, Mother,” the little adult said in all seriousness. “I’ll have a day of maturity sooner or later. Or rather, I should have had this day long ago. My current appearance is also for convenience’s sake. Otherwise, how can you explain that you, a twenty-five-year-old, have a daughter only a few years younger than you? You can’t possibly adopt under the na of your maternal grandparents and make your sister!”
... This child could make people speechless at tis.
New Flow had the power to contain everything, like water, so why did she have such a rigid personality after gaining the human heart?
But no matter what, Naiad’s health was my greatest fortune.
After Naiad’s examination results ca out, Master Kevin packed his luggage and left the Lycan pack that night. He was so anxious and nervous that he could not even bring himself to say the words I had advised him to say. How long had Master Kevin waited, how many presumptions had he thought of, and how many preparations had he made?
As Naiad had not been made public like the wolf cub and the semi-public Sunflower, not many people in the palace knew of the child’s existence. Most of the ti, we still called her ‘Thumbelina’ and rarely called her by her real na.
Naiad had a different opinion about her na. She didn’t care about the nickna ‘Thumbelina’, but she didn’t like the na ‘Naiad’.
“This na is too directional, Mother. Your daughter has the sa na as your special power. Is it as simple as a young child inheriting the na of an elder? The people might not have any opinions and even felt that the royal family’s naming thod was fashionable. However, in so people’s eyes, the situation was completely different. They would guess, spy, and spare no effort to prove their guesses were correct. What do you think would happen if they were even to touch a little of my secret?”
What would happen? Once so people knew that illusory power could also beco a person in the human world, wouldn’t those ambitious people spare no effort to replicate this special situation in their hos?
By then, perhaps even the cruelty of illegal human experints could not sum up the tragedies that had happened and were about to happen.
“Okay, you’re right. I decided to respect the child’s first decision from the mont she was born. Do you have any good suggestions for your na?” I asked.
‘Thumbelina’ seed to have already prepared a script, so she imdiately suggested, “What do you think of the na ‘Cynthia’? It is clear and pleasing to the ears but doesn’t seem too out of place. It also has a kind of classical rhythmic beauty. According to so legends, ‘Cynthia’ was once the na of the Moon Goddess incarnated in the human world. It fits my identity as a Moon Goddess believer. I know you were a god for a minute, but who can say that the new moon is not the moon? I think it’s a good na.”
I looked at the opera album beside her and asked, “And this na once topped the ‘Best Actress of the Century’ list of operas, right? I think ‘the Beauty of the Night’ is a great drama. Even after centuries, the female lead’s elegance is still fascinating.”
Naiad’s face suddenly turned red like an apple.
She pretended not to understand what I was saying and asked calmly, “So what do you think? How’s ‘Cynthia’?”
I smiled and stopped teasing her. “It’s nice. The aning is great too. Most importantly, you like it.”
“From today onward, please get Kara, Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Dorothy to call ‘Cynthia’.” The little girl pouted a little. “Although ‘Thumbelina’ also sounds very good, it sounded too childish.”
“I wanted to say, ‘you’re just a child’, but considering my daughter’s heart matured early, I wisely swallowed my words.
When I thought this happy mother-daughter conversation was about to end, Cynthia silently set off a bomb for .
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