"What need does it have for more? The City is what it is." Baba understood the power of names. Keeping to "The City" certainly kept things interesting when calling for the damn thing. It had a name somewhere, deep within, or it would. If the people decided, it could definitely have a name. That was something to think about.
"You're angry over something of which you have no control, little bird. Perhaps you should focus on your own path, your own life. Do not worry about what the City does if it something that happens to everyone. Worry about what happens to your small circle of friends and family. They should be all the world you need, little one." The firebird turned again to look out over what part of the City they could see, and found that they were now looking out at the Park. It was sometimes rather lovely at night.