Name 6

While Tahl'karrser and Tir na Nog were completely different planes, each operating on their own rules and laws, there was one thing that they had in common: the importance of a name. Granted, the circumstances were quite different, but their importance was all the same.

In Tir na Nog, a name was almost more important than a being. It was a character, a persona, a part of your person that you ascribed actions and traits into only to send the takes of them out into the wild to grow and as a result make you more powerful. Names were a currency, a signifier of class and a source of power. This all came at the cost of fae being incapable of coming up with names. Names had to be given or acquired.

Meanwhile for fiends, names were your entire essence and being concentrated into a single word. Fiends often went by many names but only one of them was true. If you were to know their true name, you would have an immeasurable amount of control over that creature. You could summon and command them effortlessly. As such their name was invaluable to them. To protect it, they would only share it in strict confidence or as a last resort to save their lives, fully aware they were simply giving up their last bit of control and dignity instead. Some fiends would come up with many different names and persona’s, but those seeking to concentrate all their game would just choose one alias. While knowledge and popularity of a name wasn't as synonymous with power as with fae, they still came with a reputation, power and influence indirectly.

This left Étaoin at a crossroads. She didn't even know what she was, not which rules to abide by. Reflexively, she felt the strong desire to protect her name. It felt true to her and was the last thing she had left from prior to her life here. She'd gone through great lengths to hide it from the Summer Queen so as to not end up one of the nameless. She was never parting with that name. It felt like part of who she was at this point, a sentiment she'd never experienced before. At the same time, the idea of simply coming up with a new way to hide it was alien to her.

The thought of simply not telling anyone her name and going anonymously did occur to her, but was quickly discarded. She didn't want to stand out, or immediately communicate she was trying to hide something so blatantly.

A title. That was the solution. In Tir na Nog she'd always yearned for a title to take off and bring her the opportunity to rise in power. It was a difficult task, as many fae fought over dominance of a domain; it was why she had opted to steal a name instead. Regardless, a title was something she could easily wrap her head around, and was perfectly suited to choose. As much as loathed her appearance, if she wanted the title to stick and be recognized as her, she had to pick something that matched the way she looked now.

The Queen of Wasps.