buzz off!

It surprised him, how readily Magnus listened to him and let him take the lead. It also delighted him, and he grinned, filled with mischief from the daring escape from Deathbelle’s lair, and his terrible plot to gather bees.

Mortis was distracted by the buzzing creature that landed on his Uncles nose. The boy giggled softly at the sight of it, before nodding at the older man's request. [b “Right.”[/b] he agreed.

Moving, he began to gather any bees that, confused and disoriented, landed on the grasses. He picked them up by… scooping them into his maw. Collecting them, likely to Magnus’s horror… one...two...three...four, all settled, confused, onto his tongue.