Firefly Ravine Outskirts of paradise

It was uncomfortably muggy, and the insects were out in little clouds -- Morrighan's own ears twitched near constantly, in an attempt to startle the mosquitos off. They always seemed to gravitate toward the least-furred parts of her, and she itched for days afterward. She wasn't sure if she preferred the cool night and bugs, or the scorching days and occasional fly or bee. Each had their own curse, and Morrighan was used to them both. Alone, she had devised her own strategies for dealing with such things.

At the moment, the cooling sunset and potential for conversation far outweighed the inconvenience of an itchy nose for the next week. She nearly skipped back at the others' startled reaction, though soon their hackles both settled when they each realized there was no danger. "I don't think so," she responded, almost apologetically. "I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've been here."

After a beat, "Isn't the air fresh... everywhere?"