Whitefish River but oh dear, we've got to stay

the dragonflies break apart and scatter when the pale lady scampers up, but Fern doesn't mind. it was getting hard to focus on them anyway, and she sits half upright as she chirps out a "hi!" gesturing in the general direction of where the pair had buzzed off to, she said, "I'm watching the dragonflies! they're dancing." or rather, they had been. "I'm fern." she offers, beaming at the semi-familiar woman.