Missing Piece

Calling Spirit shy was an understatement. He was a constant bundle of worries and anxiety, his mind a constant flurry of thoughts that never seemed to cease. When he was living in the present moment, not lost in some daydream, he was perpetually worried about what everyone thought of him. He was fearful of overstepping, of coming across as precisely what he felt he was - inept, weak, and skittish. It was hard to push that mindset aside and speak to anyone properly, but he somehow managed to try, his weak smile growing a bit brighter as the stranger greeted him, not seeing at all bothered by his presence.

"H-hi Keetie. I'm Spirit," he introduced himself timidly. His question made him pause, head tilting slightly. "F-fireflies? Do you think they'll be out this early?" Admittedly he'd been lost in his own thoughts when heading here, and distracted by her, so if there were any in the nearby area he hadn't noticed them yet. "Y-you're from around here? Or m-m-maybe just visiting too?" He stammered slightly as he shifted his weight from one side of his body to the other, hoping that she overlooked his nervousness, certain that she wouldn't miss it entirely. No one could ever completely ignore it.