Pyzis watched as Andraejen appeared back out of the door and handed her a single rose. It was one of the most beautiful flowers she had ever seen in her life. The base of each petal looked as if it were dipped in silver-white paint, while the tips were a stunning shade of red. When he offered the name Osiria, her heart melted and her hand went to her flat belly. It was as if something clicked into place, almost like the name had always been the right one and had simply needed to be spoken aloud. Though when he mentioned the purity and rebirth she was surprised that the two were used to describe her. 

"Andreajen, it's perfect," Pyzis wondered, her yellow eyes going round and watering. It wasn't often that someone gave her a gift such as this. Not to mention he was to be the child's Grandfather. He was already a gift in himself, a family member, something Pyzis had never had before in her life. "Thank you," she ended breathlessly. He swept out the doorway in a small could of flour and a smile crept to her lips.

"If it's a girl may we please name her Osiria, Thyme? I feel like it's the name she has always had," Pyzis said, realizing she slipped and was already calling their child a girl. "It's fitting somehow, the uniqueness of the rose, combined with its beauty." She stared at the rose in awe before handing it to Thyme for a better look. She couldn't wait until she could watch him hold their tiny baby in his strong arms. It was hard not to stand there in the throne room and daydream about it. Pyzis shook her head and brought herself out of her reverie. 

"Angela, what do you think of the name?" she asked, wondering if it fit well with the Rosenite traditions. She assumed so since it was a plant name, particularly a rose one. It meant a lot to her to have the approval of the Mother, Angela had gifted her a child, the least she could do was have her blessing on a name.