Jade Fern Grove Superstition aims with imprecision

The shy greeting made him freeze mid roll. Clearly he had been too focused on the flowers and not his surroundings. And now this handsome stranger had seen him acting like a weirdo. Pheiros quickly got to his feet and shook out any petals that clung to his fur. A quiet, nervous laugh escaped his lips. Um, hey, he offered just as shyly. He glanced down at the mess of flowers at his feet and then back up to the stranger. Only that didn't help much because he realized how nice his eyes were and suddenly forgot what he was going to say. He swallowed. Right, the flowers. They smell nice, he said like it explained anything. I wanted to smell nice too... he continued quietly, drifting off into another nervous laugh. Anyway, I'm Pheiros. He desperately wanted to change the subject, and he wanted to know his visitor's name.