My biggest Enchantia snippet so far

It's about time I answer that burning question that many of you must be having - or not, but I'll ask it anyway - what kind of name is Enchantia? I think you'll get an idea through this scene:

“First of all I should tell you that my name isn’t really Megan. Megan is the boring girl that lives in a stupid house with my Mom and stepdad and spoiled little sister.” Her voice had gotten shakier with each word, and she took a moment to take a deep, calming breath. “But my Enchantian name is Mialee,” and she looked around at The Woods. “Mialee is so much more.”
“Mialee?” I asked after a few silent seconds. “So you’re like a whole other person in Enchantia?”
“Not a whole other person,” she said, and looked at me again with those wide eyes. “I’m always Mialee...that’s the real me. ”
“Oh,” I muttered.
It was then I realized how little I knew Megan. I wasn’t just surprised or incredulous anymore. I looked into her emerald green eyes, and saw all these sparks, all these mysteries.
“Well...Mialee is a beautiful name. Should I call you Mialee?”
“Only when we're in Enchantia, because everything having to do with Enchantia is highly secret. If word ever leaked out about Enchantia--you don’t want to know.”
“I see…but we? What do you mean, we?”
“Well, an Enchantian sorceress can make a regular person into a sorcerer or sorceress through a special ceremony,” Megan said, and then she grinned. “Would you like to be a sorceress?”
It’s not every day you get asked to be a sorceress, so I thought about it for a minute, twisting my finger through a piece of hair. I looked into her eyes again, and I was caught.
“OK, I guess.”
The game was beginning to sound like it might be fun. But it was more than that. I wanted to know this girl who had become my best friend. I really wanted to know her. And I would be lying to myself if I didn’t also admit that I was thirsting for some excitement in my life.

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Three posts to the deadline and this week has been alright- somewhere around four hours, I think. If I spent every minute of that time being productive that would be great, but I spend a lot of time sipping on coffee or tea (I write at Starbucks) and spacing out, or reading through a chapter ten times trying to come up with ideas. But I don't leave unless I feel like I've accomplished something, so I suppose it's coming along. And I hope I'm making sense as it's been an exhausting week and all I want to do right now is crawl under my desk and sleep. Have any of you seen that Seinfeld episode where George makes this whole sleeping compartment under his desk? That's like my dream. Anyway, have a nice weekend.