Wicker Man (The Bees! The Bees!)

There had been a large number of bees about as of late. Resin was stung twice the day before as she did her patrols. Stepping on flowers as she walked was turning into dangerous business. Not only did she get stung, but the winged, yellow puffballs died immediately after. She rather liked bees, so this was an issue. Where were they all coming from? Iolaire had recently mentioned that the hive she collected from had gone missing. Relocated elsewhere as bees sometimes do. Resin wondered if she might follow the flying creatures back to their home so that she might alert her daughter of their whereabouts.

It was difficult to follow a single bee. Especially with one eye. So the woman did her best to see where they were going and where they were coming from. That made it a little easier to track them. The flying insects led her out of Armada lands and onto foreign soil. More than once she lost track and had to sit patiently while she waited for another trail of pollen collecters to buzz past. Eventually, she ended up in some strange place where the trees were all in lines. Flowers littered the ground between the rows of trees. This seemed as though it would be paradise for a bee.

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