Moth- Er Nature

Olive, truly, was procrastinating going back to class.
As the final dragging beeep from her parents' answering machine rang (one of the only tiny phones available to them in Italy), she felt a sense of dread coat her throat. She'd called the same number over and over for days on end now - what if?
No - she shook her head vigorously, making her long white hair bounce back and forth. They were still on the run from those nasty human adult people with the yellow hats, and couldn't answer the phone. It must have been the case. There was nothing to worry about, they were okay, and so were her friends and sisters.
Still, the dread only left the tiny fae for a few minutes as she took out her paper-clipped string and tossed the end towards the ceiling. One tug and she was zooming toward the ceiling, then falling back down. Her dress fell back, and she couldn't help but stifle a smile. Her way of travel was her favorite way of travel - by swinging from anything she could find. It was truly il miglore - the very best. She kicked her legs up, pushing against the ceiling, swinging, faster and faster until - oh! There she was flung, flying across the room! Grinning, she tugged on her string and brought it up again, to stick to the next thing she was aiming for - the next foothold, the next swinging point.
Soon she was vaulting and catapulting from ceiling to doorknob, to painting frame, and finally landing on the floor, And caught a reflection of her depressed state, in all its glory. She remembered the dread again.
Olive, truly, was procrastinating going back to class.
And so, she decided, she was going on strike. Those numbers in math class, in a language she was only now learning, were in fact evil, Olive thought. Especially not when she looked the way she was feeling - like total trash. This virus thingie - whatever it was - wasn't helping either: it made her irritable and sad, and she liked no part of it.
Walking along the gardens of the Courtyard, she decided to plop down and just... just rest. For a second, at least. Among all the flowers that reminded her more of home and of her familia.
Maybe she would draw! That always helped to cheer her up after those stupid numbers.

What to draw, though? She had done countless drawings of the flowers around her already, so many that she could draw them in her sleep. Her answer came in the form of a beautiful moth, about the same size as her. Olive had never drawn a moth before! The moth seemed friendly; it had brushed its fuzzy antennae against the skin of her hand, which made Olive giggle. It was so ticklish! Olive decided she would try to greet this moth.
"Ciao, piccola falena [Hello little moth!] !"Olive exclaimed. But before she could say another word, the moth took flight and left. Which only left Olive all the more sad. She went back to drawing.
About ten minutes later, the same moth came back.
With friends.
Soon there was a total of five of the Olive-sized moths fluttering above her, and this is what made her a little frightful. "...?"
It was a huge surprise, then, when a very large moth with the face of a little girl climbed over the huge bench opposite. It was like something out of those movies from Japan about the big lizard... except with a very large moth person. It was even more of a terror to Olive when the moth before her spoke. It was obviously trying to eat her! Summoning all of her power, she quickly grew two bright red flowers and his behind them, trembling all over. "Per favore, non mi mangiare..." Then she realized the big moth woman spoke English and a language she didn't know, and switched over. "P-p-please don't eat me..."

The waving only made it a little worse as Olive cowered behind the flowers, trembling. It was only when the tiny Fae really listened to the concerned mothwoman - Molly, she thought the name was - that she relaxed a teensy bit and peered out from behind the flowers. On second glance, Molly did look distraught over her reaction, and well... she did declare that she only drank sweet fluids. Obviously, Olive was NOT a sweet fluid - of that, she was sure. She had to giggle at the thought of it, though - she was now imagining herself as a tiny puddle of honey with a mouth, and it was only the clearing of Molly's throat that brought her into reality.
It took a little bit to process what the mothgirl had said in its entirety, but eventually it led to Olive relaxing a little bit more.
"That is what the moths were," she affirmed to herself in a slightly shaky voice. It was alright - she was safe, she was okay. "Only reporters... scusi, Molly. I... am quite afraid of bigger things - f-for good reason, i-i think... Ah! I-I'm sorry! I haven't introduced myself!" And so there the little Fae stood, embarrassed. Would Molly be offended at her fear? Oh, what if she did something wrong? Shoving the anxiety down, she cleared her throat, and a few seconds later, began to speak again. "Ciao, Molly. My name is Olive!" She hoped she appeared cheerful. The mothgirl had stopped her arm-waving, too, which made Olive all the more comfortable. "Grazie." And a grin, to finish - although it, too, was sort of shaky.