Tonight I asked Vann if he had ever looked up the meanings of all of his names and put them together to see if they made some sort of mad-lib-type sentence. Since he hadn’t, I sat down with my old pal, Google, and got to work. This is what we came up with:
Supplanter of War-Like Beech Trees on a Large Round Fort with a Little Blessed One who is Revered. Twice a day. Times three.
Then I decided to look up my name. BIG MISTAKE.
Enchantress in a Sea of Bitterness.
Seriously, people. I am no longer enchanted with this meaning-of-names business. I was not afloat in a sea of bitterness until I read this statement. I demand a recall.