Henri + Blair | Late Afternoon / Early Evening, Prime Poaching Time
It wasn't frequently that Blair left the estate to wander the town; there wasn't often a need to, and whatever things she wanted to do she could take the car or carriage directly to. Walking the streets of this place she'd technically been for months was as disorienting as if she'd just arrived, but the people were friendly (in that they generally avoided her), and the preparation for the festival had them otherwise distracted. It was for the best; she knew what she was up to was generally frowned upon by the backwards faith of these people, but her greed overcame her nerves at upsetting them.
Besides, it was just a butterfly - what did one matter in the scheme of things?
She was wearing white linen and a hat with a sunflower golden as the butterflies. Her strategy was more active then Henri's honeypot, but the way she advanced, paused, studied, re-approached showed that the hunt was part of the total enjoyment for her. In her pale doll's hands she had her own jar, lid shut, an opaque white substance smeared across the bottom. As the man moved, the bright wings distracted her from her current quarry and she watched them more than the man as they scattered off into the sky, lazy and brilliant.
"Oh," she said, to someone, probably the man. "What a pity, you've scared them off."