Tag: Erik

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Made a couple name changes that might or might not stick around, we’ll see.

Rhion –> Rian: Just making the spelling on this one a bit more standard. Still from the name meaning “little king” and the Rhionaeschna genus of dragonflies. If Aaron can come from “arachnid” then Rian can come from Rhionaeschna.

Trias –> Tristan “Tris”: Another case of me feeling weird about names that aren’t “real”. Tris is close enough to Trias that the meaning still works, and I feel like these two names are more in line with Tate & Liza. Also Tris is the emo twin so he gets the sad name. 

Lucine –> Églantine: Since I cut Camille ages ago Cynthia/Diantha have been missing a French-named kid which is sad so I had to change that. Églantine is just cute and kinda nerdy so it suits her.

And then here’s the big one since it’s a more major kid, but I realized Echter is not a proper plant name, like I had wanted for all the Alola kids, so he’s now been renamed Erik after the Erica genus of plants (heath and heather). 

Family Portrait

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(This was for a Discord prompt but it matches today’s theme so I thought it’d be fitting to post it!)

Paul looked up from his laptop at the sound of tearing paper, glancing down at the carpet where Emery was playing. Or rather, had been playing, as she was now making her way over to the couch and hoisting herself up to sit beside her father.

“What do you have there?”, he inquired, moving over to make room for the small girl. 

“I drew a picture!”, she proclaimed proudly, shoving said drawing in Paul’s face. Setting aside his laptop, Paul took the paper from his daughter’s outstretched hands and made a show of adjusting his reading glasses to peer intently at her artwork, not surprised that it was little more than colorful scribbles given her age.
 

After looking over the picture, Paul set it down on his lap and turned to Emery, “Can the artist describe her masterpiece, perhaps?” 

Emery’s eyes lit up as she scooched closer to her father, “Um! This one is you, da,” she started, eagerly pointing to an oblong black and purple shape, “And, and this one is me!”, indicating a smaller, blue and purple scribble. 

“And what about these here?” Paul asked, gesturing at the rest of the page. 

“Oh! That one’s Torterra, and this one is Ele-, um, Electivire, and here’s…”, she continued, carefully naming each of Paul’s pokémon as she pointed out the brightly colored scribbles. When she was done, she looked up at her father, beaming, “It’s our family!” 

It took Paul a second to gather his thoughts, unsure how to adequately express just how touched he was by his daughter’s efforts. After a moment he reached down to ruffle her hair, smiling.

“I think this one deserves a place of honor on the fridge, don’t you?”