Wild stood up in the grass and brushed off her dress when she saw the woman sitting in front of her and staring at her, while eating a slice of bread. She had a blank stare, and Wild looked over at her, wondering if she was sleeping. But nobody slept with their eyes open, did they?
"Oh.... ehhh.... hi...."
Wild tried a friendly, sheepish smile, writhing in discomfort. She had never been good at social situations , and now, on top of this, she had to speak to a stranger....
She watched the woman reaching out with her hand and waiting until the butterfly landed on one of her fingers. Her eyes widened in disbelief - no butterfly had ever gotten the crazy idea to land on her. This, of course, only went to prove that butterflies were smart....
"Wow, how did you do that?" she asked, clearly impressed. "I mean... It just landed on your hand - just like that...."
Still no word from the woman, who instead broke a small piece of bread with her free hand and popped it into her mouth.
"You don't say much, do you?" she said, waiting for the other woman to make a sound. "Well, quiet types are okay too I guess. My name is Wild. What's your name?"