Apathy and Ignorance
。・゚゚・ Secunda was acutely aware of how stupid her name was. Well, maybe it was just her who thought that. (I certainly don't!) She was so aware, she was currently perched in a nest of snow on her roof thinking about that specifically in great detail. She buried her nose in the cold snow thoughtfully, cherishing the crispness that reminded her she was alive and awake. And deeply melancholy. Well, before it got too cold. Then she pulled out quickly. Honestly, with her thing about snow, it was a miracle she didn't have frostbite in every appendage. But anyway, back to her name.
Secunda. Second best. Secondborn. The sequel. The sequel is never as good as the original. Agrelos culture put a lot of emphasis in names; almost as much as Romans. Of course, no one in the Brigade right now knew or cared about her mother or brother, her twin. What kinda dope names their twins Primus and Secunda? Her brother was more adventurous, a lot less easily intimidated, and even paid attention when Clover spoke to them in English. She was the quiet, younger, female twin who was easily intimidated and couldn't even speak properly. In English, anyway. Second best. Second place. Always. Good thing no one here knew her family. She'd be a mere shadow in the presence of her perfect twin.
Her mother too, what was she, the sequel? Just because they look alike? Her mother wanted so badly for her to join the stupid Painted Brigade and be just like her. Se liked it here, but still, she wasn't gonna be a ditsy goody-two-shoes leader girl with a stupid shield who no one remembers because she was boring. Hah! Yeah, she said... thought it, mom. And yes, the helmet stays. But only because it's the single coolest thing. But Secunda was no sequel. Not little Clover Jr. She was unique! She was a medic now! And she would not participate more than she had to! In fact, why even have a Roman name? Why not be... rebellious?
Of course, Roman names were pretty. So keeping that would be nice. Plus with Latin being her first language it would be silly to try to hide her roots. But individuality! Ooh, she had it. A Greek name. Those were so cute. Especially mythology names, and it wouldn't be the first time Romans directly ripped off the Greeks. And... Cassiopeia was such a pretty name. Maybe it wasn't the best suited to her personality, it sounded dainty, but honestly. All Greek names sounded dainty. The wimps. The child lept off her roof excitedly, landing perfectly on her four paws like the feline she was and declared loudly "I am Cassiopeia now! Don't call me Secunda! (Se is fine still)" she kinda muttered the last part; only she ever called herself Se. But still, Cassiopeia found it worth saying.
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