[She's wracking her brain, trying to come up with something fitting. It's difficult to discern what the wiggler's personality will be, what she'll be like, but she supposes she'll just have to take a chance. Finally, something occurs to her.]
How about...Thelia.
[And just as she says it, the grub stirs, waking up and blinking wide, cerulean eyes up at her parents.]
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How about...Thelia.
[And just as she says it, the grub stirs, waking up and blinking wide, cerulean eyes up at her parents.]