Myca was doing what she usually did- which meant flitting around wherever she wanted and following her whims. In this case she had been out in the woods racing squirrels up and down several trees. Of course they hadn't known it was a race, they were just fleeing from the weird little sprite who was hooting and cheering at all the fun.
Tiring of the flying she stopped to shove her whole face into a couple flowers in search of delicious nectar. When she heard something larger walking nearby she hurried to pop her head back out and take a look. Getting smooshed while her head was in the flowers would be a terrible way to go. Well, mostly it would be terrible to be smooshed in any context.
Anyways... she looked around for what could have been walking around. It didn't sound like the squirrels coming back to jump her and it definitely wasn't the bees or the birds or anything she recognized by sound.
@Abbysaurus
Tiring of the flying she stopped to shove her whole face into a couple flowers in search of delicious nectar. When she heard something larger walking nearby she hurried to pop her head back out and take a look. Getting smooshed while her head was in the flowers would be a terrible way to go. Well, mostly it would be terrible to be smooshed in any context.
Anyways... she looked around for what could have been walking around. It didn't sound like the squirrels coming back to jump her and it definitely wasn't the bees or the birds or anything she recognized by sound.
@Abbysaurus