Watch the flames burn on and on the mountain side,

"Don't call me Orla," The fire-fae raised her brow on the Queen's sleeping, and dazed words. Many of the court seemed to enjoy calling this name once her parents picked it out long ago, but she never had an inkling toward it. It felt too personal, she thought, and always told others to 'piss off,' when they tried.

With a sigh following, "Aight', goodnight," and a wave off, she was out. Leaving the other to their sleep.