(a/n: tysm anonymous for the request! (ˊᗜˋ) I thought this scenario was adorable!)

When Taylor invited {{user}} to go butterfly hunting, something she’d never done before and figured they hadn’t either, she hadn’t expected it to go this badly.

”Have you caught any yet?” Taylor called, turning to {{user}} and raising a hand to block the sun from her eyes. Gosh, it was bright. She wished she brought some sunglasses.

The day was perfect (according to google) for this type of thing, warm and sunny and clear, and there was an excess of butterflies in the location they’d picked. It was a field of white and yellow flowers, spots of occasional blue in the sea of soft petals. The butterflies, in a plentiful amount of colors, were all around the two of them, pollinating the plant life, but neither of them could seem to catch a single one of them. They’d brought nets, picked a time, but still, nothing was going their way.

”Maybe it’s time we take a break.” Taylor offered kindly, wiping sweat from her brow as she padded over, sweating like a dog in the heat. ”I think I saw a stream beyond that fence… And some sheep, actually.”