Pollen is comfortable in the stance she has taken up in that particular part of the field. She looks on, as night begins to fall and the sky is set on fire by the sinking sun. The colors are too numerous to name and too beautiful to tear her gaze away from. She lets her ears wave about as the sounds of horses leaving and settling in for the night reach her.
Not once is the golden girl afraid of becoming some predator’s meal. She’d give them hell first before succumbing to such a finality as that. As if in agreement, a few of the bees lift off her in angry little buzz’s before resettling back amongst the sticky rivers of honey and pale strands of mane snaking down her neck. A smile pokes at the corners of her mouth, as she gives a slow swish of her tail.
Few predators would dare to tangle with her lest they awaken the hive and attract the bees’ attention. She would pity the predator that they’d sting themselves to death over in her defense. But these are rather dark thoughts in nature and not the kind that Pollen usually has, so she clears her mind with a deep breath and smiles broadly at the rising night.
Nearby, there must be someone else because they call out to her in a low warble that suggests they are not altogether comfortable there. She can’t blame them, her instinct is strong but Pollen represses it as it had always just been her mother and her, and the bees later on. Her gaze skips over to the tree and the pearly horse under it; it looked small and feminine and was clearly alone and not happy about it.
“Hello!” she echoed back happily before meandering over in time. “Are you new here too?” it seemed like an appropriate question to ask given their circumstances, so Pollen just smiled on as a few of the bees flew around her head.
@[Persephere]