[Diarmuid has to admit, he is both happy and relieved when the chick doesn't try to bite Gilgamesh a second time. There would have been no calming the golden king after that. Fortunately, that is not something he is going to have to deal with.

Again, it strikes him as odd how gentle Gilgamesh is being, but he is done questioning if it is the harp or some secret part of the golden king that very few actually see. He is just going to go with it.]

Vivi?

[The name is cute, but Diarmuid isn't sure if that is really what he wants to go with. The soft green, the new life, the mood of the night...]

Perhaps I should name him Aengus after my father. He was a god of love and youth. He loved new life, happiness, and joy like what we celebrated tonight.

What do you think? Is it too complicated a name for a small animal?