Hello, fellow flutterwing!
The green butterfly floated amicably towards the other. “Hello!”
“You speak different,” she voiced her observation while landing on a twig. She flexed her strangely colored wings. There were greens where browns would normally be for a Fender Blue.
Kaylee followed suit, landing on a browning leaf. “I guess I do.” Should she tell the other butterfly the truth, or would doing so lead to immediate rejection? May as well risk it…”I guess that’s because I’m not usually a butterfly. You’re pretty.”
“Of course not. We were all catipilers once,” Flutterwolves giggled, “But me thinks you mean something else entirely?”
“And thank you, you too.”
Kay let out a low, nervous hum, the way she usually did when she was distressed. “You’re right on that. What I mean is…” Deep breath. Say what you mean! “I’m usually not a butterfly.”
“Eeee~!! Thank you.”
“What are you usually?” The blue asked, geniunly curious.
