Moth- Er Nature

Olive shivered at the thought. Freezing temperatures.... As it was, she disliked winter in Italy - how much colder would it be in Ukraine, where her cousin Fae lived? Brrr. Although, Molly looked nice and warm and fuzzy. Perfect for colder weather. Only, she liked flowers more. They understood, they listened. And here was Molly, offering to take her to the flowerbeds nearby? How kind! "Oh, that's very kind, Molly! But I have my own way of move, yes. Guardate!" With that, she reached in behind her long mane of white hair and tugged. Along with a soft "ouch!" (and a few loose strands of hair) came a long, thin, but sturdy-looking string, looped over and over around a bent paperclip (or two, now). The ends were pretty sharp - for hooking into things. "I swing," she told the mothwoman, a shy smile tugging at her lips. She aimlessly swung the little bundle of paperclips around and around, being careful not to hook anything. "Do you want to see? It is very fun. You can show me the way to the flowers patch, yes?"

A one, and a two, and a three...
The young Fae swung the paperclip around and around, faster and faster, grinning, until she flung it at a nearby branch, tugging once or twice to ensure she wouldn't fall off the branch at all. Pulling, pulling back - and then shooting forwards, a gleeful expression on her face as she soared through the air, keeping pace somehow with the mothwoman in front of her.
"Much fun!" Olive yelled, as she swung from branch to branch, soft little thwacks of her clip digging into branches and then letting go, shooting forward and then back again. "Thank you, Molly! I have much fun in flowers patch!"
Eventually, after a few minutes of swinging, they happened upon one of the nicest gardens Olive had seen. The flowers were such pretty, painted in shades of pink and yellow that seemed to dance and merge in the noontime breeze. Even the sun seemed to like it - it was shining down on the patch, more than any other spot - or so it seemed.
Lowering herself down from a nearby tree, she wandered the grass stalks, occasionally clambering over a few, until she finally climbed ne of the flowers and sat primly among its petals, beaming up at Molly.
"Such pretty!"
Really, there was no other way to describe it, other than pretty. Well, that was a lie - she could have described it in Italian, but she thought 'pretty' would about sum it up in English.
This was way better than class!

No, that can't be right. It wasn't pank... maybe rossi? No, that didn't sound right either... PINK! That's what it was. Olive grinned, and corrected Molly in her delicate voice - "It's pink! I once hearing Mama pick the color out for my dress! Such a fantastico color, yes? Is cute!" Within the five (?) seconds she had been in the garden, she had climbed one of the stronger pink flowers and was now sitting in the middle, swinging her feet inbetween the petals, the cutest little grin on her face. "I do match the floras, yes? Is pretty!"

She was just about to respond when out of nowhere, a "HEY!" sounded, making Olive turn and almost fall off the flower, though luckily she held strong. Oh no - a tall human! Naturally, she did her best to imitate a shrinking violet and shrunk behind Molly, afraid of the worker. Or, rather, what the worker would see if he'd walked two steps closer. And Mama would never like to hear she'd been skipping her classes.
What happened next, though - it was amazing!
Being quickly shushed by Molly, she obeyed without a second thought and made herself small, watching the series of events unfold with a jaw dropped in awe.

"Wow, Molly! I knowed not you could talk good!" she babbled, trying to not smile too much as to not hurt her cheeks - but it was no use. The mothwoman truly was a wonder! "He just poof, walked away! Thank you Molly!" And with that, she gave (or tried her best to give) Molly a hug.

"Heehee~ Why don't we play Hide and Seeking! I am very good at that game!"

@Pallas