Marrowlark the Scinurum

Unlike Holloseer, this Scinurum's smile held a well-hidden but nonetheless dangerous edge. "Welcome, human!" She said, her voice ringing melodically. The leaves rustle in harmony with her speech. The overall effect is very dizzying. "I'm pleased to have met you on such an auspicious day. The sun and the stars have called upon your arrival for aeons, and I am honored to have met you."

You see small woodland creatures gather in the edge of your vision. You see a Kozza gazing on in rapt attention. That seems to be this faerie's disciple. You turn to regard Marrowlark suspiciously.

Her smile widens.

"Why so wary, human? I'm simply introducing myself and my friends to you." You notice Marrowlark's seat, higher and farther into the center of the clearing than the rest of the gathered animals. She daintily rises from her throne, choked with flowers, and flutters down to you, presenting a small ornate silver charm in her hands.

"I hope this gift is to your liking. We have toiled seven years to create this to celebrate your arrival. In return, may I HAVE YOUR NAME??̶̬͑?̸̮̒"

It felt like a silent gong went off in the forest, rattling your head. Your name rose in your throat, but you managed to fight it down. "This is very nice," you respond hoarsely. "But I must respectfully decline, Your Gentleness.