[Sadly, butterflies were skittish creatures at the best of time, and the slightest motion could set them off. Which, in this case, it did.
In a sudden burst of color, like fireworks going off, they flew off Setsuna and resumed their fluttering about the pavilion: landing on flowers, circling each other, settling on rails and paths and a few of the braver ones returning to settle on Setsuna - probably due to his red scarf.]