"It was here somewhere," gripes a voice that is rapidly approaching his tree.

"I swear, I wouldn't make this up. I told you, lots of wings, it glows! If I could just find it again...maybe it's a new species of bird, maybe we'll be in textbooks. Don't trip over a log or something, you know they'll blame me."

"They should blame you if I die out here. It's not like I have other friends to drag me out into the woods looking for weird animals that will probably eat us." 

He walks less hurriedly than his companion, but they'll approach the nest soon. 

He looks back and down when he hears the voices, then waves when he sees the kids and calls out, trying to keep his voice low enough to avoid the attention of the creatures. "Hey! They're over this way, you can see them really well from up here!"

"...Stiles, we're not climbing a tree."

"Did you mean: I'll help you up?"

He approaches the tree.

"I think I should wait here. Make sure he doesn't fall."

He sighs, but follows, and hoists his friend up.

This may attract unwanted attention.

The man has returned to scribbling in his journal, but the scaled daemon on the branch above him nods a greeting as he climbs up.

A few of the spheres start to drift over in their direction.

He walks ever so slowly back to his daemon...

"Oh come on, Scotty, there's room up here- on second thought, yeah, stay there."

He tries to get a look at the notebook.

There's a fairly detailed sketch of a few of the sphere-things, and some scribbled cursive notes in the margins ("Some alone in woods - part of the same group?" "Nest! Fabric inside - Is this what happens to missing socks?" "According to all the laws of aviation I know, they shouldn't be able to fly!!! Magic? Can they even see?")

 The nearby creatures hover in a thin cloud in front of the tree, but don't seem to be coming any closer, or to be interested in the person on the ground.

"So what's the plan? Are we diving into the nest now or later?"

He looks up from the journal. "Hm? Oh. I'm ready now, but I only brought one net."

"Even better," pipes up his daemon.

"We'll wait in the tree."

He looks taken aback, but nods and tucks the journal into a pocket of his jacket and begins to unfold a butterfly net from another.

"What are you supposed to be? Armadillo? Echidna? Nice scales."

Hesitant smile. "She's a pangolin, but they are similar to both, yes. Thank you. Scaled ant-eating mammals, but much better adapted for climbing trees, rather than burrowing or swimming."

She drops down onto her human's shoulder and wraps her tail around it, then leans forward to look at the other daemon.

The other daemon preens- or what might be preening, if it was a bird instead of a bug. 

"Does he do this a lot? Mine is always wandering around, getting into things."

She nods emphatically. "Oh yes, all the time. We've been learning so much!"

A few more spheres start to drift over toward the tree as he climbs to a lower branch.

He flies down for a closer look.

His human waits.

He gets down to a slightly lower branch, then jumps out of the tree, swinging the net at the nearest cluster of spheres. A few are trapped in the net, and they all begin to make a screechy buzzing sound. The ones outside the net glow brighter, and start to expand like balloons.

The theologian seems more excited than alarmed, even as another half dozen spheres drift over, similarly glowing and growing.

It is pretty cool.

"Watch out, they're closing in."

"Oh, so they are. Thank you!" He starts backing away.

One of the creatures swells almost to the size of a human head, then splits open as it approaches, releasing a burst of air and green dust. A smaller creature drops out of the enlarged skin and flits away. A few more are approaching the same size. The dust itches where it touches their skin.

"Fascinating! That's... probably a bad thing. Ready to run?" He addresses both of them.