The as yet silent Sheikah gave a warm, friendly smile upon meeting this latest person in their troupe. As it came to his opportunity for introduction, he locked eyes with Kyogen and extended his hand. Generally, a gesture such as this is initiated by one who wants to clasp hands; a sign of trust. This was not precisely what was in mind. 

The white haired traveler turned his palm up, displaying a tiny black cricket. The little bug chirped twice, then turned about to face the young man in whose hand it rested. Still smiling, the slender Sheikah pointed his free hand at the cricket, and poked his chest with his thumb. 

To reinforce the assigning of his name, he repeated the action slowly and with determination, a serious look on his face. Once the concept of his name had been accepted, he immediately returned a look of benevolent warmth to his features, despite the oft misunderstood markings around his eye. 

In the attempt at a little joke, Cricket nodded his head toward their walking caravan's leader, the enigmatic masked Warden, and pantomimed a fearful shiver. His bubbly exterior quickly returned, and he moved to return to his position on the rear flank of the procession, nodding respectfully at those he passed.