She quirked an eye brow deciding weather or not to answer him. She didn't normally talk of her past so much of it bitter sweet or down right painful to recall but she was in a good mood and the memory was a sweet on that bore little pain to recall. "Well my parent gave it to me" She remarked, "My mother was something of a free sprit fully in love with my father. They used to tell each other they would love one another forever and ever. When she became pregnant she wanted a name that was unique and nothing seemed to satisfy her. She still hadn't picked a name even once I was born."<br/><br/>Ever brushed back her hair a blinked quickly a few times trying to banish the warm prickling that told her clearly tears were on the way. Taking a deep breath she smiled softly, "She was struck by inspiration while holding a three day old me and talking to my father. I would be the evidence of their love forever and ever." She turned her head away for a moment looking with unseeing eyes at the painting, "Not the sort of story you were expecting I'm sure." She said slipping back into her roll banishing the memories back into the dark recesses of her mind and giving him an amused smile.