>"My name is not something I can simply give, for I have bound my very self to it, and it to my self. One's self cannot be so simply taken, and so my name is tied to me, and me alone. As such, even if I were to reveal it to you, you will never be able to claim it."
>"I am Are-of-the-Hieda, Celestial Chosen. Now then, would you mind telling me exactly who you are, 'Gathering-Fragrance', assuming that is in fact your name?"
> "
Clever words, bloodshine, but now that you've given me your name, I'll happily take it."
> The crimson point of light grows in size, its radiance intensifying with every moment, until it takes on an outline of a human with thick horns proudly jutting out of the sides of her head.
> You feel an immense tugging sensation on something immaterial and fragile, as if that of a world-sized spider's leg pulling on a strand of web...
> But the strand is long indeed, and the
weight opposing the demon's pull is nothing short of
cosmic.
> "
What in the nine hells are you attached
to?"
> ...
> This feels important.
You trace this memory back to its root.
> ...
> "Once again you are breaking new ground, Hieda," says Four-Seasons'-Princess, her tone absolutely
dripping with sarcasm. "What will you attempt after this? Negotiate parole for the Demon princes? Challenge the Sun to single combat?"
> Her acidic remark cuts through the whirring and clicking as the vast, intertwining and ever-shifting structure of the Orrery maps out Fate. The path you are on is one of many that leads you across and through the device, and all around you strands of oristeel join and separate, flowing up and down, carrying with them vast reams of information.
> You do not quite understand the consequences - or even the possibility - of attaching your name to your
self, so you have come to one of your oldest allies for her expert opinion. It looks like she is not amused.