A faerie introduces himself. Then, holding out a hand, asks, āAnd your name, please?ā
And, like a fool, you give it to him.
I got asked for clarification on this (but canāt reblog that particular post cuz on mobile), which Iām more than happy to provide.
In this post, a faerie is asking for āyourā name. The way he is wording it, however, and the accompanying beckoning motion, makes it seem as though he is asking for you to physically hand your name over. Which, because of how some faeries operate, he is.
In this instance, saying your name aloud to the fae would be literally giving your name over to him, the exact consequences of which are left up to the imaginationāusually, a fae even knowing your name gives it some measure of power over you, but giving something your name would likely let it completely take over your life.
In this instance, the wording you want to use is something like āI will not give you my name, but I will tell you that itās [name].ā Alternately, you can just lie to him.
Might i suggest the less direct yet still name-preservingĀ āyou may call meā¦ā? It dodges the request while still giving an answer of a name, which does not even have to be yours, but any name you feel like telling the fae they can use to refer to you. I would recommendĀ āAinselā.
The first time he asks for your name is the first time you meet him. He appears as you walk by the fƦrie ring, that you have not entered because your grandmother has repeated so many times not to do so, and, curious of your presence, watches as you jump when you notice him.
You recognize him instantly. It is the FƦ whose influence your village is under, the one the elders have told you and your friends to be wary about, for the people who have been seen walking away with him have never come back.
You donāt know what he does to them. The villagers have never dared to confront him about it, never dare to address to him at all. He is not evil: he sometimes speaks blessings upon the cattle, talks the horses to calm after a storm, ensures a good harvest for the farmers, makes the flower bloom in spring even when the weather is still too cold. He is, simply, a FƦ, whose ways humans cannot understand.
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i am in fucking love with this short story, im pinning it so my mutuals can see and i can find it again later
