"Neither do I," remarks Belle.

"Well - I just - I don't think I like my name very much," she confesses.

"Don't you? I'm sorry," says Belle.

"I like my middle name much better."

"You can of course go by Yseult if you prefer."

"I'm sorry," she says.

"There is no need. Both of your names were chosen because we liked them - and for that matter if you wanted to go by something else entirely, you would hardly be the first in the family to do so."

She giggles softly.

"I wonder if Angela and Micaiah should expect Damaris to do something similar. I don't believe she has a middle name."

Dominique—Yseult shrugs. "I don't know," she says. "I wouldn't think so. I don't have... complicated reasons for disliking my name, that might come out the same way if I had a different one. And I like Yseult just fine. If you'd named me Yseult Dominique, you'd never have heard a word about it."

"What if we'd named you Damaris?"

She laughs. "Then I would change it, because I have an alt with that name!"

Rose chuckles. "You wouldn't only pick a nickname as Bells do?"

"Bells are Bells," says Yseult. "I am me."

"Yes. That you are." Rose embraces her again. "Yseult. I can get used to that. I believe you may have more difficulty with Céleste about it."

"We'll see," laughs Yseult.

"I suppose we shall. I believe your sister is outside, flying."

"I'll go find her."

Céleste is outside! Flying!

So in order to find her, Yseult also flies.

"Hiiii Dominique!" says Céleste. "Chase me chase me -" She takes off at high speed towards the setting sun.

Céleste is fast! But she doesn't want to be chased forever; eventually she permits herself to be caught.

Yseult hugs her sister in midair.

Hugs!