“Come on now, lovely,” Rune purrs, leaning her cheek against your arm. “It’s just a name. I promise I won’t tell anyone else.” 

Ever since you moved into your new house, a fairy has been following you around. Rune, apparently, although you can’t tell if it’s her real name.

She seems to take great joy in following you around while you garden, bothering you with questions. And she desperately wants your name, not that you plan to give it to her. Right?