Lion Head Mesa You leapt from crumbling bridges

Someone came towards her. They were followed by a grand retinue. One even announced her with titles!

Turning towards them, her ears flattened against her skull. She had not meant for so many to see her this way; but they had.

I— She began to utter words, but stopped herself. Where she once would have assumed the words of what was her tongue, she quickly realized that these folk must not speak it. So why bore them with the idle, unknown words?

OH- You are beautiful, miss! She exclaimed, immediately in awe by this young girl's subtle, but sightly appearance. 

I am Beatrix De Vries! An answer, providing a name of her own. But most call me Hyacinth! In my home village, the hyacinth flower was most beloved. Days after by birth, I was given this nickname and answered to it ever since! An overshare. Perhaps a mournful one, at that. But she felt it necessary in this moment.