Greatwater Lake The Ladybugs Are Flying

She is started by his reaction, flinching, her ears lying down and rising up again. She doesn't quite know what to say, other than a soft Sorry. She can't understand how accidentally startling someone deems her "unladylike," but she decides to ignore it. It's difficult not to laugh at the expression he wears as he attempts to look at the ladybug perched between his eyes - however, her current state of mind prevents her from doing  anything more than smile wanly at him. 

The young woman hesitates before deciding to reveal herself, stepping through the reeds and sitting down a respectful distance away from him. She sits like a cat - quiet, slow, wrapping her tail around her front paws. 

Who are you?