"Andovain? Fina? Ovega? Populus? Sado Aela Vanidi? Massaviel? Lan Roland? Mi Aoerjia? Turunso..." The air echoed with a mechanical female voice, as if using this repeated recitation to strengthen some aspect of her memory. The girl with pale straw-yellow hair and gray-blue pupils, seated like a sculpture on the throne, had completely forgotten our presence, repeating this super-long name several times (in the time it took, Visca even finished a lollipop) before firmly stating, "Indeed, that is how it is pronounced, my name from a past time. However, if it is uncomfortable for you, you may call me Fina, as I recall being addressed that way for a long time."
...Guess we'll stick to calling you Fina, as probably only Anwina among people I know could read that name in one breath without gasping...
Well, I knew it, being screwed over almost every day must be my destiny. With such outlandish settings, you just get used to it, at least she isn't called Cleopatra VII, right?
