▸Fasti's Naming Dreams◂

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A place for my naming dreams.

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It isnt about just liking watermelons.
The melon represents spreading joy and comfort to others. He has a playful and humble nature, that could be mirrored by the graininess of the melon, the rough texture outside and sweet soft inside. When you eat a melon it refreshes you, just like Grained Melon will refresh and brighten the lives of those he meet.

Naming Dream:
He was dreaming, a warm breeze rustles through the leaves of the swamp. He feels the wet earth beneath his hooves, soft and cool. He hears the gentle lapping of water nearby, the soft hum of insects buzzing through the air, and the distant quack of ducks.

The ground before him is soft and covered in bright green vines. As he steps closer, he notices something new growing, round and vibrant, their smooth skin striped in shades of green. Watermelons! The largest, juiciest melons he has ever seen.
He approaches one and nudges it gently with his nose. The melon shivers, like it was alive. It opens slowly, revealing the sweet inside. He takes a bite, and immediately feels a surge of energy.

Suddenly, a low, rumbling sound vibrates through the earth, shaking the vines and sending a ripple through the water. He looks up, startled. Then he heard a voice, in his head. "You are of the Swamp, and the Swamp is of you," it whispers with a deep, rumbling voice. "You shall bring sweetness to the hearts of those you meet, and like the watermelon, your spirit will refresh them. Your joy will be the fruit of the swamp, offering comfort to those who need it." The buck was standing still, unable to move, just listen to the voice.
"But remember," the voice adds, "even in joy, there are those who forget the sweetness that life offers. You will teach them to remember."
A wave of warmth spreads from the melon that he had eaten, filling his chest.

He stands there as the image of the watermelon filled landscape blurs around him. "Grained Melon," the voice whispers one last time, sounding like a breeze in the branches. "The name is yours, the fruit is yours, and the joy of the Swamp is yours to share."
With that, the dream fades.