You decide to approach and greet the fae, though the circle of mushroom makes you slightly nervous. You step out from behind the tree you had been hiding behind and step forward into the light of the campfire, hands ahead of you with palms out to show you’re not aggressive .
The fae don’t immediately notice you so you call out to them in greeting. The two fiddling fae stop playing immediately and all four of them turn to you. Several tense moments of silence pass between the five of you until one of them speak in your language, their voice melodious and alluring to your ears.
“A human in the woods at this hour? Peculiar…”
One of the fiddlers chime in, addressing the other, their voice reminds you of the tinkling of wind chimes, “Why don’t we invite the human to join us? She looks positively harried.”
The fae chatter to each other in a playful, overacted argument about what to do with you, still in your tongue, as if they’re performing for your benefit. You hear a string of ways they could offer you hospitality, several of which you recognize from cultures you know you’ve visited in your past. After a minute of this, the first fae that spoke stands up and offers a hand to you.
“Please join us, Human. My name is Orchid.” They turn their head and you see an Orchid flower materialize in their hair, “this is Rose,” they gesture to the fae they were talking to, “and our musician friends here are are Juniper and Cypress.”
The other three fae wave to you and materialize similar tokens to indicate themselves, likely so you can keep their names straight. All four are smiling at you.
Orchid gestures to a stump by the fire, “Please. Miss…?”
They trail off and look at you expectantly.
How do you respond?