Blacktail Deer Plateau night is crawling through my eyes

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Names - titles bestowed upon birth, granted in life or summoned by the soul itself; there was not one to her crown, but two, perhaps three. Her eyes were light as she looked upon the winter bear; diaphanous, gossamer in their intricacy, shrouded in anchored cloak. Enigma. Again the coin flipped, but to choose a side? No, she was enthralled, compelled to offer him choice.

For how could one split a soul in two?

"Niebla. Atolas. You choose." A glitter of ambiguitity danced ribbons in the sylph's gaze. "Pleasure to meet you, Aningan."