Nameless is quite. This is nothing unusual. His house is empty of other beings, clean, and unpacked from the move. Now he kneels, sweat dripping down his brow in exertion as he weeds out his garden. When the realtor had promised a quiet life in the countryside a babbling fairy was not what he had in mind. The Fairy is...very touchy— Nameless doesn’t mind. He huffs leaning upwards, to face you. “Why are you so insistent on figuring out my name?”