Wapun Meadow She laughs like god, her minds like a diamond

He wondered for a moment if he'd found one of the faeries his father told him stories about. She seemed at first above noticing him, too wrapped up in her carefree... game? it must be a game -- to cast even a glance in his mortal direction.

Louis was a little entranced.

Even moreso when she closed in, near enough to smell the sweetness of her and yet he dared not touch. Not while she danced. His tail, though, relayed his excitement as it swept back and forth in a hurricane, sweeping long strands of warm-weather greenery to either side with each beat.

He met her gaze, blinking, and grinned, "Louis." You weren't supposed to give your name to fae, were you? He remembered belatedly.

She must be bewitching him. It was hard to mind too much.

"And what should I call you? Besides fair?" His grin widened.