Today felt like a day to be Nico, while Nico was another name of night, it was a name of temperance, bravery, justice and valor. All that went out the door as Night stepped out of the inn and into the mercilessly bright sun. "Hot damn" night muttered, summoning power into his hand, the dark blue radiance telling him to cast. As if out of nowhere, heavy cloud cover blocked out the sun. "Today I will be Baam." Baam was another name for night, but it was also a name for simply existing, for kindness.
That was how it was most mornings for Night, dead set on finally being noticed and that damned ball of fire ruins everything. Though, that said, there was nothing wrong with being Baam, Baam was likable. Baam was generous. Baam was understanding.
Night cast aside the petty symbolism of names. Thoughts likes that would inspire concern in most sane people. Night simply found it as an entertaining outlook on the day. Today he needed to just break his routine. Travel was only so exciting as you let it be, and with an inaptitude for emotion, traveling tends to be, lifeless.
Night made his way to the market, a place he rarely ever went as it was mainly active in the day. "So many people" he marveled.