Celandine:

Swallow. A bird that was famous for its migratory patterns, and it's ability to fly extremely fast. It could best it's wings up to eighteen times a second. There was some question over whether it carried coconuts, and how much is airspeed velocity increased when it was unladen, but then - was it just the difference between a Raiaeran and Fallien swallow?

The other meaning of her name was "swallowwort" - a type of plant that flowered bright yellow in spring and brought some good cheer to those who saw it. Literally known as "Celandine" it was best seen in meadows over the fields of eastern Corone. The young faun considered going for a walk, possibly out of the woods and to those fields. There she could find the flower of her namesake, maybe even see the bird. Then she could relax, be away from all this chaos and -

"Come on," her father grunted, cutting off her thoughts. Looking up she saw him standing over her, brow raised. He held out a hand.

"But Vaeron," she sighed, "I don't want -"

"It's your brother," he said firmly. "Celandine you need to be ... He's not replacing you."

She scoffed. "I wasn't worried about that. Not at all." Although, in a way, she was. There was a heavy pang of jealousy that she was desperately trying to deny to herself. Of course she wasn't jealous of a baby. Of all the attention he would get over her now - not that she really liked all the attention. People giving her everything and doing stuff for her and calling her, "princess," all the time ...

"Ugh," she stood and brushed down her simple clothes. Nodding to the massive horse who had been her company she smiled at her biological father, and then turned to head for the Keep finally.

She wasn't jealous, and she would show them.

She wasn't ...