An attack? The little fairyfly tilted its head, confused, and opened its wings slowly again, not quite a move to help balance as it stood there, feet pulling together a couple pieces of grass under it into a sort of platform that could support it. It turned to look at where the scene was, and then back up to the kid. A little beat passed, and it jumped to move to a spot just in front of him.

Another slow flap as it settled down, feet pulling some more grass together again like before, and it stood up straighter, raising a hand to wave hello. It was a remarkably ordinary sort of gesture, easily recognizable if he were watching. But this was a butterfly... so why was it waving at him like that, like people did?