Cerulean Cape Birth of a pearl

Ah, there she was.

His tail offered a few soft sways as she brushed against him and announced herself to the earthy woman. Peace be she had spoke and a tired smile tugged at his lips. Then introductions were shared and his brain seemed to draw a blank. A name. He knew he had one, he had to, for everyone had one. Yet he could not place it even as his tongue pressed against his teeth to speak.

I... His voice drifted off as something akin to embarrassment grabbed hold of him.

Silver eyes hesitantly looked to Thresher for some sort of guidance. What might she call him? Could she dub him a new name to give the stranger?