"We'll take this one, and that round one, and the one that widens at the bottom."
The faerie running the stall blinked, then squinted at Elder Faerie. Their eyes widen as the words process, "...Are you sure? It's a lot of money -- not that I'd mind, of course, but-"
"It's alright, friend," Elder Faerie says with a smile, "I want to help out. If funds would help with rebuilding and safety, then funds I will provide. Just make sure you pay it forward where it can."
"Of course, stranger-! Thank you... may I ask for your name?"
The old Guardian pauses as he takes the jars he purchased, giving the largest one to Gelato and watching with a fond smile as they start 'eating' the star jam.
He could always say Elder Faerie, but... that didn't feel right what with his abdication and White Lily's death. Neither did Eldenwood, the name covered in black magic, bad blood, and a past he didn't believe in anymore.
Perhaps a different name, then? Something... new. An afternoon from the time before White Lily had left for the Banquet floated to the front of his mind. They had been making wreaths as a gift for a faerie couple that had just had a child.
"...And what do these mean?" he had asked, picking up a bundle with droopy purple-and-blue flowers with sprinkles of red interspersed between the buds.
White Lily smiled, adjusting her shawl as she took one of the flowers, twirling it between her fingers, "...Honeywort. It's said to ward off evil and invite transformation... for those who wish to change."
"Oh." Elder Faerie said, looking down at the bundle in his arms. "That's pretty powerful, for how small the flowers are."
"The strongest things are found in the smallest places."
"...I guess you're right."
"Honeywort," he murmurs, letting the word roll a bit. It wasn't bad. It felt... heavy. A responsibility, of sorts. But... it didn't sit quite right as his name.
The important part of the name would be the reminder it provided him. What he was setting out to do. What it meant to him.
"You can call me Honeywood," he says after a moment of deliberation, "It's-- well... it's a name I hope to earn."
"Then thank you for your purchase, Honeywood Cookie! I wish you luck earning your name!" calls the faerie as the newly-named Honeywood Cookie turns tail and walks briskly away.
That was rather silly of me.
But, he thinks, watching Gelato munch their way through the star jam, I think it was the right call to make.
"C'mon, Gelato. We have a Silver Knight to find."