Jade Fern Grove Superstition aims with imprecision

the boy immediately becomes as shy as jaime feels, and nervously explains away the flower-rolling as if he'd been caught in the middle of hiding a body. he smiles despite his own nerves, relaxing a little as the boy introduces himself. pheiros. he steps forward without thinking, leaning in. hmmm, his nose brushes pheiros's cheek lightly as he sniffs him, taking in the scent of flowers and pack-wolves layered over the golden boy's own. you smell nice to me. his sudden boldness fades a little as he steps back, but his eyes are still bright and full of interest. i'm jaime.