In the twilight hour

Esa felt nervous as the stranger approached, but he seemed well-intentioned and she couldn't help but smile at him. "Nice to meet you, Spencer," she responded in a friendly tone, though her gaze remained low. Though he was just several tail lengths from her, he took a step closer, and her heart began to pound. She wasn't sure if she was scared or excited. He kept his head lowered as he moved toward her, grinning while he told her the name o the insects. It seemed to make sense to her that they'd be called lightning bugs, the way they flickered on and off. As one of the bugs landed on his nose, the young fae couldn't help but to prance around and swipe the bug away with her tail.

She paused once the bug had buzzed away, only then realizing what she'd done. Not only had she acted out with no restraint, she'd also flaunted her scent carelessly. How could hormones control the actions of a living creature so thoroughly? She sat down quickly again, looking the male in the eye. She tried to keep the conversation on topic, but she felt like she wasn't in control anymore. "Wow, I've never heard of bugs like these," she said in a light, friendly tone, smiling at him, "They're very foreign to me, but I find it fascinating." She just barely bit her lip from saying anything more. She should get to know him a little, just as she would anyone she met, right? Sitting quietly, she wondered what else he would say, and how much more control she had left over her own being.