Hárekr laughed as Lillie answered him. What was wrong with this place? He liked Alacritia certainly but to run into two women who bore no surname was strange indeed. Was there no pride in their heritage? If so then no pride in themselves? What better way to break from an ill-fated surname than to declare one of your own? To break that tie. He turned his attention from the kitten to Lillianna herself. "It is funny to me, you are the second woman I have met with no surname. I assisted the first in picking something suitable. Perhaps I could help you as well? Or do you only intend to have one name? There are some of my kin whose surnames derive from their parents. Arnor Leifson. He is son of Leif, so his surname is Leifson but his sons shall be Arnorson." Hárekr wriggled farther up the tree he was in, eyes gazing at the clouds a moment before returning to Lillie. What had ever happened to dear Arnor?
"Speech"
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
