Buzz buzz... Ahhh!

The girl did not explore too often, or too far, but somehow her paws took her a little further today. She had Winter on her shoulder, and her overly large paws touched gently to the ground. She had tucked a little gold feather behind her bird’s head, and it stuck upwards like an antenna from her own feathers. They whispered softly together, laughing - a rare phenomenon for the Destruction girl.

The sound of a commotion brought her head up fast, and her eyes scanned the pretty trees of the nook. She was a cautious creature by nature now, and was already poised to flee. When a dark-toned woman appeared, running, chased by a swarm of bees, her first instinct was to laugh. To laugh at the share ludicrousy of it. A moment later, she realised how frightful it must actually be, and how much it would hurt to be stung.

The girl began to run, the motion causing Winter to flare her wings and lift off from her perch, and take to the sky. “Over here!” she yelled out to the stranger. There was a pond not far from Motif, maybe it would be deep enough for them to submerge, and hide from the bees?