ma fille

[beheld_beauty]

Belle has just laid a grand enchantment over the city of Changsha in Cathay, and returned home to attend to her husband in the wake of this activity, and now she is telling the kitchen to fix her some lunch.

Comments

[beheld_beauty]

"I wonder if Angela and Micaiah should expect Damaris to do something similar. I don't believe she has a middle name."

[mindfields]

Dominique—Yseult shrugs. "I don't know," she says. "I wouldn't think so. I don't have... complicated reasons for disliking my name, that might come out the same way if I had a different one. And I like Yseult just fine. If you'd named me Yseult Dominique, you'd never have heard a word about it."

[beheld_beauty]

"What if we'd named you Damaris?"

[mindfields]

She laughs. "Then I would change it, because I have an alt with that name!"

[beheld_beauty]

Rose chuckles. "You wouldn't only pick a nickname as Bells do?"

[mindfields]

"Bells are Bells," says Yseult. "I am me."

[beheld_beauty]

"Yes. That you are." Rose embraces her again. "Yseult. I can get used to that. I believe you may have more difficulty with Céleste about it."

[mindfields]

"We'll see," laughs Yseult.

[beheld_beauty]

"I suppose we shall. I believe your sister is outside, flying."

[mindfields]

"I'll go find her."

[campanas]

Céleste is outside! Flying!

[mindfields]

So in order to find her, Yseult also flies.

[campanas]

"Hiiii Dominique!" says Céleste. "Chase me chase me -" She takes off at high speed towards the setting sun.

[mindfields]

...okay.

She chases.

[campanas]

Céleste is fast! But she doesn't want to be chased forever; eventually she permits herself to be caught.

[mindfields]

Yseult hugs her sister in midair.

[campanas]

Hugs!

[mindfields]

She's never going to manage to say this indirectly, is she.

"I came to say I don't like my name, and you should call me Yseult now."

[campanas]

"But Dominique is a prettier name," objects Céleste.

[mindfields]

"But I don't like it," sighs Yseult.

[campanas]

"Why not? You never like things that are likeable," says Céleste. "Not your name and not griffins and not flying."

[mindfields]

"I like you, and you are likeable," she says. "And I like our parents, and magic, and flying when I feel like it."

[campanas]

"But why don't you like your name? It's pretty. Do-mi-nique."

[mindfields]

"It sounds like it belongs to someone who's not me."

[campanas]

"How is that a sound for a name to have?"