"Tavros." That's an odd name. She turns it over in her mouth and checks it for syllables it might make a good resonance with. It seems auspicious enough.

"I'm called Shonagon," she says. It wouldn't be appropriate to give a demon the name of her family so that his bigger, fiercer parents could follow the name back to their souls. "Little Tavros can be Shonagon's friend and Shonagon will only ever ask one question about the, ah, the re...recooperatu...I'm sorry, that's a very foreign word."