This is wrong.

Since when had she been attracted to treemen? Or anything for that matter? Fairies didn't procreate, every few years a new one literally popped out of a flower, why the sudden sexuality?

Stepping back from the confused young man, she eyed him fearfully. What would have happened...

"What's going on?" It was a rhetorical question but the green man answered,
"Thank you! I was hoping you could tell me!" He seemed a lot more at ease now that she was questioning the situation as well. "It was just a normal spring morning when suddenly every fairy in the meadow is right on top of us! At first it made sense, right? Cause of all the hassle we give you guys whenever you come by..." He trailed off as she raised an eyebrow, "What? It's the elders. It's the only excitement they get anymore." He nervously sidled closer to Aster as a few of her sisters swooped by.

"Anyway, it got weird when y'all started landing. And talking. To US." He made a hand motion like this was the absolute most bizarre thing that ever could have happened.

She thought about it for a minute while Bowen tried to hide behind her wings from the increasingly **** fairies. "Maybe it's something in the air? Pollen? No, then the treemen would feel it... the water?" That would make sense, the creek went right past the flower patch where the fairies slept.

"Help!" Bowen was clinging to the leaf as an excited fairy tried to pull him free.

Had the winter fey poisoned them somehow? Those bitches. She had to get to the bottom of this. Turning, she batted the fairy away and grabbed Bowen by the scruff of his tunic.

"C'mon, we're going."

"Oh thank-AAAah!"