“I’m Eri,” the boy said with a confused little frown. “Don’t want a new name!” Castien sighed. It seemed the child was a stubborn one, and a quite smart one for his age. “Fine,” he conceded. “You will be Eridan, then.” It fit the nickname, but it was different enough from the boy’s real name not to raise people’s eyebrows. If there were no other children with that name in the Order, the child would be able to keep the name when he was Named.
