Your husband is here then? I am glad for you. [ Her tone is earnest - she had arrived alone, and while she is capable on her own that does not mean it's enjoyable. To know others don't have to deal with such loneliness heartens her. ]

It is my summon, forged from my aether. Had I been a novice arcanist disobedience would not be unheard of... [ Era is about as far from a novice as you can get, which is why this perturbs her so. ]

I don't mind so much, save for the name it has given itself. It is not always emerald, and so should not be named Emerald.

[ She pulls a large tome and quill from seemingly out of nowhere. The book glows a faint violet as she writes inside of it for a scant few seconds, then throws out her arm in the direction of her daemon.

It promptly somersaults and, in a flash of aetherial sparkles, turns from an Emerald Carbuncle to a crisp yellow Topaz Carbuncle. ]

Now it should be Topaz, yet it claims otherwise.