Distracted by the flight of a thousand-and-one tiny lanterns, it hadn't truly come to the flower nymph's attention that someone else might've watched, too. Centri turned her sunlit crown over her shoulder, and her murky water gaze lit in surprise to see someone who towered several stories over her (At least, that's what it felt like from the view)! What she'd been more surprised about was not the height difference, however, it was his question.

"Why Monsieur, these are fireflies!" she said, her voice soft yet lingering with a hint of surprise. "Have you no knowledge of Fleur's night creatures? They are quite common in summer's eve." Centri often got to see the clouds of Fireflies in the grasslands she grew up in. She enjoyed chasing them with her brother at night before their parents called them in for bed. The memory alone made the dame's heart pang with nostalgia, and her attentions were soon brought back to the behemoth with sky light eyes.

She was distracted by his stature at first but….his features did not seem very aged at all.

Tri chuckled bashfully. "I say Monsieur, yet you don't seem that much older than me. Are you a teenager, too??"

"Lightning bugs."….Well, that was one way to describe them. She had never recalled her people calling them that, at least. She pursed her lips and glanced to the side in thought. "That’s one way to describe them, I suppose. Lighting is a rather explosive description, don’t you think? I’d like to think of them as small vessels of slow, simmering flames…" she looked to the tall boy as if to seek an answer, but did not expect a response to her useless rambles.

A softened smile lit her gentle features at the mention of his birth date. "Happy birthday garçon! Goddess Fleur has great plans for us youth – though we cannot see it yet." strangely enough though, he did not seem all that excited for his coming of age. Maybe it was because it passed already?

Small, bleached paws made movements toward him, crunching the damp evening grasses beneath them. Looking up to him, Centri could now see how big he was – especially with the closed distance. What really made her curious though was his scent. It was as if he wasn’t entirely….wolf.

"I am Centri. Centri Auclair." the young girl greeted."--and you?"

"You’re welcome~" the young woman responded in a melodic tone, swaying her tail constantly. This Juggernaut fellow was a tad strange – from  the ways in which he spoke, to his strange flip of expressions (well….lack thereof). Regardless of it all, Centri was still grateful for the company of someone in a new, unknown world – especially someone around her age. Besides, she finds his behavior rather endearing. He sort of reminded the girl of her uncle Laurent – and he rarely smiled!

The smile Jugger had flashed seemed more forced than anything, though, and she was curious as to whether she’d be able to get a genuine one from him. A glint of playfulness had beamed in her pale gaze when the idea struck her just then, coupled with a mischievous grin, as she would slowly lower herself into a play bow. Which soon turned into what one might see as 'tap dancing'

As he copied her, she giggled. It looked more like he was easing into it rather than understanding her motives, but she didn't mind either way. It was strangely adorable to watch, actually.

The movement in her paws soon took a detor when the woman skidded around the grass and turned around, running away from the gargoyle boy in playful, hopping steps. Every now and then she'd turn around to see if he was following her, as Centri wished for him to chase her.

She always won when it came to tag....well not always, she was good at it. The fae would not loose to what look like a rookie though!