She had about 7 parents in total, all female, all kind, and she would bounce in between all of them. Ionia told her that they took her in as the last request of the great king of Oshoe Castle; a raid happened there by an opposing army, they won, but the loss was great. As the king died, he requested that his soon-to-be-born daughter would be put into the safe hands of the magypsies as his wife fled to someplace safer.
She was named by the magypsies, of course. The ones who took her to her new pink shell home told them that throughout the bullets and screaming and swords clashing, she did not cry once.
It didn't take too much thought to realize that the little girl was unbelievably, ahem, badass at such a young age. Such an amazing child needed a name to commend her strength.
Kumatora. It was an odd name, from a language the humans had given the magypsies snippets of. It meant bear-tiger, basically, both tough animals that combined to make a tough young girl.
What Kumatora loved was the sound of it. Twisty and with a rhythm, like stepping on the rock sidewalk of the Magypsy homes to the land. Ku. Ma. To. Ra. Ku-Ma-To-Ra. Kumatora. It was just so fun to say.
She loved to hear the stories of her royal parents and how she was named. Each one of her parents had their own take on it, some knew her true mother and father better than the rest, others preferred to focus more on the transporting guards that brought her to Aeolia's house that cloudy summer morning.
She often wondered with all the mix-matched details and often changed stories which one was the most accurate, but even if none of them were she really didn't care. There were two facts she knew for certain: One, she was a princess, and two, she was also a magypsy child, and she was fine with that.
Magypsies are fun to write about.