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The way Coelacanth spoke her name was soft, but beautiful; so gently the female spoke, a sweet, gossamer chime tailormade for the fey female. She tried it a few times, and eventually managed the proper pronunciation, but still with the same carillion brightness and benevolence. The cascading tinkle of her laughter was something Niamh envied; her own laugh was not nearly as feminine or saccharine, nor was the way she spoke, which was often a bit brash, almost forced. Something about the tranquility of Coelacanth's nature appealed to Niamh, who wondered secretly to herself if she might even be able to pull off the same sort of charm some day. 

She smiled when Coelacanth prompted her to come up with her own name, but supplied her true one, and immediately, to the nickname Coelacanth came up with, she thought of something. "Sealionacanth," She said. True, the creatures formerly known as 'legless fatdogs' had at first seemed like blubbery, foolish things, but having been able to get close to them, she'd been able to see the sparkle in their dark but shiny eyes, and the softness of their fur, and had come to appreciate them as something much more beautiful than she'd initially anticipated.