User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171106221206/@comment-28358106-20171108015516

"Calm, calm," Tirush says, holding her large hands up, grinning. Her voice is full of exaggerated seriousness, as if she were playing a game with a young child. "I know of this important thing!  A name is not a gift to be bandied about, yes?  No!  It is not.  I will tell you, this is not an easy thing!"

She eases up, but still wears a smile. "If this word you will record, I will tell it to you.  A Name, that has no meaning in your tongue, but is different for me.  This I tell you, I cannot easily put this Name into words, but I can tell you what I see." She steps up to the eyepiece again, squinting into the little glass circle. She is there for what seems to be an unusually long amount of time.

Finally, she pulls away, but this time, her expression is introspective,  even distant.

"Tell me a truth," she says, not looking to Imperia. "This Name you will draw the sound of, will it be known by all?  Who will see this name, and know its meaning?  Will you draw the tale of the Name?"

She looks over. Her golden eyes are not like Armata's, but sparkle like molten gold, pure and without guile.