[The vibrancy of his hair and the lily flowers always draw lingering looks, Silas is beyond used to that. He's actually more surprised when they are ignored or overlooked. It occurs to him they must look like mere ornaments, to those not familiar with what a Springtide Druid is. Half consciously, he thinks to move them with a flutter, to reveal how much life they have. They are absolutely attached to him, though the mop of curly pink hair obscures how.

He offers a gloved hand to shake in greeting. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but the main demeanor is respectable and Silas holding himself to a similar standard]

I am Silas. A druid of the Springtide clan. [if taken, his handshake is very briefly firm, before quickly shy from the hold]

It is an honor, Sir Fathe... er. [That doesn't sound correct, his ears bounce slightly] My apologies. Is Father a... name? Or a title? I am unfamiliar with that. As well.

[one more thing added to the long list]