What's in a name? Everything.

[chill_whispers]

Yule was always a day of revelry among the fae, one of the high holidays that marked the turning of the year. This Yule, there was even more cause for celebration, for Sasha had also chosen it as her daughter's naming-day

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[fairgirlfriday]

Freyja found the idea of being little Amaris' godmother more than a little amusing. And never once did she wonder why Sasha would choose to hope such a sweet innocent girl would follow in such stiletto-heeled footsteps: to Freyja's mind, it was entirely right and proper.

That isn't to say she has no sense of decency and decorum: she's dressed entirely modestly (for her), and has brought gifts plentiful and glorious. There's the required giant stuffed animal, this one a lounging lioness that will serve as an excellent pillow and play-mount when the girl is a bit bigger; a book of Norse myths written for little minds in mind; and a sparkling dangly thing that looks like a fallen star when held up to the light.

(Her name was Trella).

And there were other gifts, too, less tangible and more lasting. Those would come soon. But first to find the new mother and her daughter.

[chill_whispers]

Sasha isn't hard to find, receiving visitors beside the bassinet where Amaris dozes. Or, rather, where she had been sitting. She rises the moment the cats inform her of Freyja's arrival, her smile of welcome already growing. Nor are those cats idle, flanking the divine Miss F. "Welcome, welcome. We are delighted you could come."

[fairgirlfriday]

Freyja returns the smile brightly, holding out the big plush kitty. "And I'm delighted to be here, my dear one. I hope I'm not too late."

[chill_whispers]

"I would be hard-pressed, indeed, to ever fault your timing, great Lady." Sasha accepts the kitty on Amaris' behalf, moving aside to invite Freyja to meet the girl herself. "Lady Freyja, please allow me to introduce my daughter, Amaris."