Edelgard
She wasn't sure how much stranger than was supposed to sound than "Spearplain", "Red-Ring Forest", "Emerald River", or "Nexus City", but it got her to thinking. Some of the names here didn't resemble any of the languages she knew. Others were clearly descriptive. Yet others seemed to draw on dialects nobody used anymore. And Sakura, like many of the people of the northern realms, traced her line by a single surname attached to her birth name. Should she find some way to shorten her lenghty matronyms and patronyms? It made no sense to go solely by one of the earliest ones when others wouldn't have the context to know her. And of Edelgard's deed names, there was none she could wear anymore, least of all in a world where they had no stories behind them.
She was getting distracted. Blinking, she looked down on herself and back to Sakura.
"Maybe... clothes. Easier to wear. When traveling, I only had one set, and twill cloaks."
Edelgard had no shame of her body, or her vests. But she wouldn't admit she felt inappropriate, constantly at the side of Sakura, who changed her garbs so easily and often out of a vast arsenal, with no distinction of her own.