There is someone standing behind her and a little to her right, waiting to be noticed, smiling slightly. He picks a flower.

When she notices him, she whirls around, relaxing slightly when she sees he's holding a flower and not any kind of weapon. 

"Hello, stranger. What brings you here?" 

"Picking pretty things out in this lovely field of wildflowers," he says, twirling the stem in his hand, "of course." He tosses her the flower. He's got his bangs low over his dark eyes, and a rakish smile.

...She smiles and ducks her head. "And a lovely morning for it, too," she says, ignoring the gathered clouds over head. "My name is Eleanor, might I have yours?" 

"Michael," he says, "it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise. What's a pretty thing like you doing wandering alone on a fair May Day morning?" 

"Hoping like attracts like," he smiles.

"Well, I am a perfectly respectable junior midwife from yon town," she says primly. "I know exactly what I'm doing out in the forest," she says, gesturing at her basket of flowers. "You, on the other hand, are an intriguing mystery." 

"Oh, I'm from a bit north of here is all, but I've been doing a bit of wandering to soothe my itchy feet," he says.

"Oh, dear, itchy feet? Maybe I can help you scratch..." 

He turns out to be barefoot, when he picks up one leg out of the flowers. "Do you suppose so?" Toes wiggle at her.

She giggles, and reaches out to tickle the foot with the flower he gave her. 

"Ah!" he exclaims dramatically, flopping over backwards. "Relief at last!"

She laughs, and flops over beside him. "You're cute." 

"I'm ecstatic to have charmed someone herself so fair."

"You'll make me blush." 

"Will I?" He grabs another flower, a pink one, and holds it to her cheek. "And then you'll match this blossom in color as well as beauty."

She wiggles a little, ducking her head and smiling. 

The flower bats her face gently. "Tell me, Eleanor, are all your friends and family back in town anxiously awaiting you? Are they even now running to and fro, looking for you under laundry baskets and behind cows and in the rafters, asking each other 'oh, where is Eleanor, has anyone seen Eleanor' -"

"Oh, I just live with Old Maude, the senior midwife. We live a bit apart, I don't get out nearly as often as I should. In fact, I've specific instructions not to come home too early today." 

"Oh dear! Turned you out, has she?" Flower bats against her chin, her throat, her collarbone.

She arches her neck and stretches, her toes tangled with the hem of her dress so the stretch exposes a little more cleavage. "It seems so. Whatever shall I do?" 

Flower bats a bit lower. "Well, I'd never dream of telling you to go against her specific instructions. I guess you'll just have to stay out here. But I'll keep you company." He scoots a bit closer. His breath smells sweet.

Oh, marvelous. 

She leans in to kiss him. 

He's an excellent kisser, though he must be chilly on this overcast day.