"Like a Moth to a Flame"

(I'll probably be slow to work on this, I'm still figuring out what everything does; I'm new to Fandom) 
"My, my! You look atrocious, young lady!" My personal stylist, Flambeau, exclaims. "I thought I told you to polish your scales every day!" She runs her talons along my my scales and I shudder as her many rings scrape my side. She frowns. Mother wants me to look like that? Clearsight, no! 
"Bella!" Flambeau exclaims and in comes Flambeau's personal assistant, a pretty pale blue SilkWing with a golden eyeliner. "Polish and powder her scales NOW!" Flambeau yells and stomps off, her jewelry jingling; she's probably off to find a mirror. 
"Hello, Lacewing," Bella says, sitting on a stool next to me, beginning her work. "How's life as the Queen's daughter?" 
"Bella, you know you can call me Lacey," I say, faking exasperation. "
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