Wicker Man (The Bees! The Bees!)

As the woman looked her her quarry, a small voice piped up. Turning her head, the woman's lone eye fell upon the form of a little dog. Black ears flicked forward and she arched the scarred brow above that missing eye. He asked whether she was hunting hives, then introduced himself. "Yes, hunting hives." Her damaged vocal chords brought her words out in growls. "Good to meet you, Bourbon. I am Resin, and yes, I call the Armada home for now." Though she was a member of said Armada, it wouldn't be a permanent thing. She could already feel the irritation of having another above her. The woman needed to be her own ruler.

Casting her singular gaze back to the grove, she continued to speak. "There's been a steady influx of bees as of late. It's strange for there to be so many. I came to investigate. My daughter has been wanting to refill her stores." Thankfully the bees in question weren't the swarming ones that other lands had. She'd heard tell of wolves dying by being attacked by massive hoards of bees. "I assume you're doing the same?" It would only make sense since he had questioned her so succinctly.

As she waited, several bees buzzed past her and into the depths of the orchard. Since the pair were on the same quest, she motioned with the pull of one scarred shoulder for the dog to follow.

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