Art nods slowly, instantly recognizing the significance of the name associated with the Constellation. He places his hand against the Sentinel, not reaching as high as its heart due to his shorter stature, but the intent of the gesture is clear.
Glamour surges through him, lending an unexpected depth and wisdom to his voice, which resonates with an age that feels beyond his years as he proclaims, “Your name is Eridanus.” The magic crackles throughout the cavern with the strength of the Unleashed art, with a feeling like the weight of ages and the rustle of pages.
Regardless of what name had been intended for it, the name Thistle has bestowed upon it sinks into the creation like water soaking into dry earth, melding with its very essence.
“Eridanus,” Eridanus responds, a tone of certainty and relief woven into it's voice.