An eel..? Berlin wasn't sure what to make of that. Was that supposed to be some kind of joke that only the turtle knew about? Or was it really something the Barizians had? From the little Berlin knew of the great turtles, he guessed it could really be either. They would find out soon enough, though.

Berlin smiled at his old friend and lifted the bottle of wine to his lips once more. "Cheers, mate."

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Uban got ready to answer Hana and got so far as even drawing in a breath when he felt a disturbance beside him. Rohaan had sat up a little, but that's not what made him pause. It was the way the kid bristled. It wasn't something he could see, not like a dog's fur being raised up, but he could feel it all the same. 
"IT'S RIO!" the boy snarled, hands balled into fists. He had a hard, mean look in his eyes.
Uban put one hand on the boy's chest as if preparing to hold him down. Not that he could if he really decided to put up a fight. "Whoa, whoa, hey, easy bud."
"She--"
Uban cut him off. "Easy, Rohaan. She's new around here, and you're probably the first shifter she's ever met. Maybe you should explain the name thing to her--it's not something that comes naturally to us." He spoke coolly, taking a page from the book of Berlin and keeping calm. It was infectious, because Rohaan showed no signs of escalating any further, though he didn't appear to want to explain either. At least, not at the moment. He was tired, sore, and irritated, and he wasn't really sure how he felt about Hana at the moment. Eventually though, the boy relented. 
"Vokurians are given 3 names. And it matters which one you use. The short one, Rio, is for anybody. For people you don't know real well. The middle one, Rohaan, is for friends. That's something you gotta EARN," he said sternly. "The long one, Rheoaan is for family only. You haven't earned the second one yet. It's for people I trust and I don't know if I trust you yet..." The last part came as a very quiet, very soft admission. It was true, too. He hadn't decided one way or the other and in general, it took him a long time to trust new people. After all, if his life's experience was to be considered, the had very little reason to dole out his trust readily.

Uban gave Hana a small, sympathetic smile. Earning Rohaan's trust was something of a rite of passage on the Borealis--every one of them had done it at one point or another in their own way and time, including Uban. It had been difficult for him to recall those days as he lay snuggled up to the kid like his older brother, but now that he thought about it, he did remember his own 'trial period'. Rohaan had come a long way since then, and Uban noted to himself, amused, that Hana had it easy. "He'll come around eventually," he assured her. Uban stretched a bit as Rohaan settled back down beside him. "I uh...had an eventful day. Came a little too close to death for my own liking but um, yeah. You know." He smiled and shrugged. "Summoned a massive turtle from the deep, got it smashed, probably almost got eaten...But hey, we've got a heading now."