C5 Naming Was a Skill!

"Awoo!"

Under Igrel's attentive gaze, a tiny silver hatchling crept out from beneath Garcia's feet, opening its mouth to let out a lovable cry.

"Is this our other little one? She's finally here! I've been waiting so long. Come to Daddy, you've had me so worried!"

Carrick gently set Igrel aside and rushed forward, eager to take a good look at the hatchling.

However, the little dragon seemed frightened by Carrick's face drawing near and timidly hid behind Garcia, unwilling to come out.

"Why... why is this happening? Igrel reacted the same way, and now this one too. Do you all really dislike your dad that much?!"

Carrick, visibly upset, clutched his chest and exclaimed.

"Enough, stop embarrassing yourself in front of the children. Act your age!"

Garcia, unamused by Carrick's display, punched him on the head. After knocking her husband to the ground, she brushed off her claws and said.

"Yes..."

Carrick, sprawled on the ground, held his head and muttered.

"I'm beginning to think you two have completely tarnished your image in my eyes."

Igrel, quietly watching from the sidelines, thought to himself.

"Poke! Poke!"

At that moment, Igrel felt something nudging his wings. He turned to find the young dragon—whose gender he wasn't certain of—poking him with its tiny claws while looking up at him.

"Hello there."

Igrel turned and greeted the little one.

“?”

The young dragon across from him didn't reply, just tilted its head in bewilderment.

"Right, the Dragon Clan's memory inheritance doesn't start until the first night after birth. She probably can't speak or make basic judgments yet."

Igrel came to this realization as he observed the hatchling's actions.

"Mother, is this a little brother or sister?"

Igrel inquired, turning to Garcia who was not far off.

"This is your sister, so be gentle with her. Hey, you, get off the ground. Stand up and give your daughter a name."

Garcia answered Igrel while giving Carrick, who was lying there looking utterly dejected, a kick with her foot.

"No, my heart aches too much right now. I need a hug from my darling daughter to stand. And if possible, a little cuddle would be perfect."

Carrick clutched his chest and let out a yell.

“...”

“...”

Garcia and Igrel gaped at Carrick, their eyes bulging in disbelief. This was the first time they had witnessed such unabashedly shameless behavior from him, leaving them speechless.

"Is this guy seriously a daughter fanatic?" Igrel quipped, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Pull yourself together! We're at a pivotal moment for our young dragon's birth. No more shenanigans!" Garcia roared, her claws clenched. It was clear that Carrick was on thin ice—if he didn't satisfy her soon, things could take a turn for the worse.

"Awoo~ Awoo~"

Suddenly, the young dragon grabbed onto Igrel's wings, craning its neck and bursting into tears.

"Mother, it seems you've scared my little sister; she's crying now," Igrel noted, casting a glance at the young dragon before turning to Garcia.

"Eh? Oh dear, I'm so sorry. My sweet girl, it's all your dad's fault. Please stop crying." Garcia hastily relaxed her ready claws and leaned down to comfort the young dragon.

"Why is it wrong for a father to want to get close to his daughter? Why blame me for her tears..." Carrick muttered to himself.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Garcia challenged.

"No, none at all. It's entirely my fault. I'm the guilty one," Carrick replied with a solemnity that mirrored a job seeker about to enter an interview.

"Father, where's your dignity as a Heavenly Dragon Seed?" Igrel chided, shaking his head in resignation.

"Don't cry. You've got great parents. You'll get used to them," Igrel whispered, stroking his sister's head reassuringly.

"Awoo~ Awoo?"

The young dragon peered up at Igrel's claw on its head, tilting its head curiously before gradually calming down.

"Well done, little Igrel!" Garcia, previously agitated by her daughter's relentless crying, now watched the tranquil young dragon and couldn't help but express her relief.

"If only our folks were a tad more conventional, we wouldn't have these problems," Igrel sighed softly.

Igrel rolled his eyes with a hint of resignation.

"Stop crying. They're good parents. You'll get used to them," he said softly, patting his little sister's head.

"Well done, little Iggy! Nicely handled!" Garcia, who had been somewhat frazzled by her daughter's incessant crying, breathed a sigh of relief and praised Igrel.

"I think if mom and dad were a bit more normal, we wouldn't have so many issues," Igrel sighed under his breath.

"I know, I know. I've had it ready for a while," Carrick nodded, then turned to the young dragon beside Igrel. With the same solemnity he had used to name Igrel, he declared,

"My daughter, I, Carrick Trix, give you the name that is rightfully yours. From this moment on, you shall be known as Oliveira Trix. Grow strong alongside your brother, Igrel Trix, and become a dragon worthy of the Heavenly Dragon Seed's glory."

After finishing, he turned to Garcia and asked,

"What do you think of the name? I put a lot of thought into it."

"It's not great. You're really bad at this," Garcia replied candidly.

"Knowing my own limitations is one thing, but hearing it from you still stings. I've put in so much effort. Maybe we should change it while no one else knows. How about Ned Hogg for little Igrel? Or Nesariel, that's not bad either..."

"Never mind your father, I'm going to prepare dinner," Garcia told Igrel and Oliveira, not even glancing at Carrick as she walked out of the cave.

"What about Arubeon? Hey, Garcia, wait up! I just thought of another good one. How about Noah? Rajdo isn't bad either!" Carrick shouted, following Garcia out of the cave.

"I'm not impressed..." Igrel thought to himself, amused by Carrick's suggestions.

"Suddenly, I'm quite fond of my own name. The rest are just nonsense."

"Awoo~"

The soft whimper caught Igrel's attention. He looked over to see Oliveira rubbing her eyes with her tiny paws, looking ready to nod off.

"Feeling sleepy? I remember feeling drowsy too when I was a newborn. Let's take a nap before our parents come back," Igrel suggested with understanding.

"Uh..."

No sooner had Igrel spoken than Oliveira closed her eyes and curled up against him, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

"She's even smaller than I was at birth," Igrel chuckled, observing Oliveira's tiny form, not even half a meter long. Having grown to nearly a meter himself, Igrel gently picked up Oliveira. With a combination of carrying and dragging, he moved her to a cozy spot in the cave for them to rest.