Nonomi smiled happily. He would have a pair of pants that his tribe wore! That made his wings flutter happily. He barely winced because the excitement over ran the pain. He liked the symbols on the pants and knew what they meant. He loved how they looked but if he tried to shift with those pants heâ€™d be naked in his smaller form. For they were not made special for changing with him like his flower petal pants. He looked at her and smiled. â€œI know the dance. I have watched from the tree limb as a little moth me.â€ He said with a proud smile. â€œI will have fun AND know the dance. I will make you proud of me. Proud to be dancing with me.â€ He said very happily. He hoped so at least. He followed her into the tent and looked at the pants. Sticking a fingertip in and poked the pant. He licked his finger and made a face. â€œTastes horrible.â€ he said with a frown. Then stayed very still as she painted his face. He tilted his head curiously at the looking glass. At one point taking it. He kept poking his reflection and looked at her. â€œI look great right?â€ He said with a smile. Handing it back so she could finish. He was very, very excited. Plus the older women had been so nice to him for helping out with the food. This was a way he could show the whole tribe just how much he loved and cared about them.