The newcomers fascinated Gyenn. She watched them flit around in the warm moist air daring her to catch one of them.

The elders warned her not to touch them, but they teased her so.

What did they feel like? Would they hurt or feel nice? They were flying so close, what if one of them touched her?

She put out her hand, held her breath, and closed her eyes. She felt warmth on her finger tips. The heat slid down her arm to her heart. Her eyes flew open. Staring back at her was the prettiest, most serene face she had ever seen. The warmth grew around her and she closed her eyes again. It didn't hurt after all.