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It got to that time of the century, again. Distracted by everything going on in the world, she always forgot to change her name and birthdate, so when someone took her ID and took three glances at it before handing it back she realized.
It was time to change.
She couldn't pass as a 90 year old anymore.
Aquila sighed, sitting in the middle of her office, she had a box with most of her old documents, just for safekeeping and memory sake. Magic made everything look good as new, so she'd stare at the handwritten paper she had from the 1700s, or the cute cat passport she got when she took her little Huntress to work in the same ship as her during the 1920s.
Anna Aquila Greenwish Finch.
Anne Aquila Greenwish Finch.
Agatha Aquila Greenwish.
Avril A. Greenwish.
Aria A. Greenwish.
Alicia A. Greenwish.
Well, which name should she pick now? Hum… finally using Aquila as her first name would be good. Maybe she could even go back to Finch.
But what could be her middle name…
Hum…
An idea lightened up in her head.
Aquila:
Oliiii
05:45 am ✔
Andyyyy
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Oliver?
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Andrew?
05:45 am ✔
Dad?
05:45 am ✔
Oliver Andrew Greenwish Finch
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I need to talk to you
05:45 am ✔
In person
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Please tell me when you are awake
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And Alt too
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She paused. Maybe she should actually send a message to Altair, maybe he'd be awake before Andrew.
Or maybe not.
Well he was her friend. It wasn't strange of her to text him in the super early hours of the morning.
Aquila:
Hey Alt
05:45 am ✔
Can you send me a message when you wake up?
05:45 am ✔
I can bring breakfast
05:45 am ✔
Okay.
But would he know that she wanted to show up? Maybe she should forward the messages and be more clear that she wanted to have a meeting in person. Or maybe Andrew would say something.
Or maybe he'd forget because of the time.
Well, she could read a book or two while she waited.
Or train some magic.
Or both.
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“What do you need, Alicia? ” Dad asked in a mocking tone the moment she teleported in their guest room, she showed her tongue.
“I just came to visit and have breakfast with you, but of course.” She showed the basket full of bread and jams. “Where's Alt?”
“Downstairs.”
She ran downstairs, gliding when her step faltered. She came to a stop by the kitchen door, the dog that was laying near Altair growled at her before recognizing who she was.
“Heye, good morning!” She placed the basket on the table.
“You're here pretty early.” He stated.
Aquila shrugged. “I needed to ask you something.”
“Me?” The ginger frowned glancing at her. “What?”
“Can you give me a name?” She questioned. “I have to change mine, so… I was thinking that maybe you could give me an idea, you know?”
Altair stared at her, taking a while to process and answer.
“Dana.”
She arranged the name in her head, humming in approval. “Aquila Dana Greenwish Finch sounds good?” She asked tentatively.
There was still the chance he wouldn't want her to use it. Like, what if Andy and him decided to have kids? Would she be stealing the name of their child? And was that impulsive idea even a good one? She wanted some kind of parental connection to him besides blood, but they were the same age practically, was it a strange thing to ask?
Oh god that's awkward.
“You know what, forget it.” She waved off, her mind turning into scrambles. “I might go off and find another one. Maybe bury myself in a hole and come out in ten years.” She muttered the last part and heard two snorts.
“You worry too much, just like Andy.” Alt shook his head. “You asked and I gave one.”
“But-”
“And Dana fits you.” He tilted his head. “Danny.”
Aquila felt a childish glee sparkle in her heart. The urge to giggle from joy was strong and made butterflies flutter in her stomach.
She hugged him and hid her face on his chest.
“I love you.” She whispered, feeling like a kid again.
“Me too, stardust.”
He was still her dad, after all.