Wicker Man (The Bees! The Bees!)

Resin was dont talking, and she’d say so in not so many words. Bourbon wasn’t thrilled with his plan, it had an uncomfortable night written all over it. ”Alright… Yes.” He said with a sigh, not hiding his lack of confidence in his plan. Bourbon had half hoped she would have a better solution. The huge warrior woman plucked the branch and all hell broke loose. With widened eyes Bourbon raced forward, trying not to get too far ahead of Resin so she didn’t take the full force of the swarm alone. She had the brilliant idea of jumping in the pond and Bourbon happily followed after her.

The swim was short enough and when he couldn’t hold his breath any longer he made his way to the shore with Resin and they lingered until the bee’s were gone. What a mess, hopefully the children would enjoy their treat and it was worth the pain. Resin dragged the log to him, and confessed her turn of emotions.

”You’re too kind, Resin. Thank you.” He offered with a smile and a low bow. ”My mate could help your stings, if you’d like.” Bourbon was an okay healer, but Luce was much better.