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[i] Once, within the forest, two deers were standing next to eachother. They couldn't talk, they are deer. But they are deer, so they could use body language.
"Hello nameless!" Said one stag, dancing as they bowed.
"Hello *." Replied the nameless, a glum look on his face.
"Why are you so sad? Maybe you should find a name for yourself and I can cast on you the finest antlers anyone has ever seen!"
"No thank you *." Sighed the nameless.
"You do not want a name?"
"Correct."
"But why?"
"I will die, *."
"Die?" Cried the grey-pelted stag. "How can you die if you get a name? This forest is endless, you see! You can't die in an endless forest! Why would you say that, nameless?"
"Everyone I see that dies here has a name."
"Oh."

They began to walk together.

"But don't you want to dress up in the magical pelts that the Gods have given us?" Asked the named stag.
"I would love to." Sighed the nameless. "But I would also become a fawn, and no named deer wants to be a fawn anymore."
"That's silly! Why would you say that?" Questioned *.
"Because named deer want to grow up too fast and wear their magic permanently, not knowing how to be patient. I would be the only fawn. And nobody pays attention to fawns."
"Oh."

The two deer reached the pond.

The named deer bellowed before taking a sip from the water. "You are so negative! Don't you want to play games instead?"
"Of course."
"Then will you play a game with me?" Asked the named one.
"No thank you. I'd rather stay to my personality and sit beside the pond instead."
"What? You are a nameless! You don't have a name, so how can you have an identity?"
"I was kidding, silly."
"Oh."

Both of the stags looked into the deeper part of the pond.

"But...would you play a game with me?" Asked the nameless.
"Sure, I love games!" Laughed the named one.