06-25-2020, 02:00 PM
A bemused smile turned up the corners of Ama's mouth, her ears flicking too and fro as she watched the bee girl chase herself. She had not entirely planned on meeting strangers today, but this curious girl seemed as good of an acquaintance as she could have hoped for. She seemed as sweet as the honey clinging to her skin.
The gemstone lass had not spent much time worried about insects. Mostly all she cared was that the black flies in summer had nasty bites, and that the trill of crickets kept her awake some nights. This golden girl she'd come across, however, seemed as much a hive as a horse, and Ama couldn't help but take a few steps nearer to look at the buzzing little creatures as they crept.
Wholly focused on the striped creature making its way up the palomino's shoulder, she didn't look up at the words that were said. She simply shrugged, and nodded. "Thank you," she mumbled, tangles of windswept forelock falling across her eyes.
They had come together beneath the trees, each fascinated by the other's eccentricities. The cool blue orbs of her eyes blinked softly, inspecting the bee and the sticky-skinned girl it seemed so at home on. She was tempted to stick her tongue out, to lap at the honey that flowed freely from the white blonde mane, but she knew that would be an overstep. As much as that scent had drawn her in, one really couldn't just go about licking others. Even if she was positive they would taste delicious.
Satisfied with her assessment of the little winged insect, the shining girl stepped back a pace, her vague smile in place. "Have they always been with you? Even in winter?" She asked, suddenly buzzing herself with questions. There was so much to wonder at, when such tiny creatures chose to live with something so different from themselves.
@[Pollen]
The gemstone lass had not spent much time worried about insects. Mostly all she cared was that the black flies in summer had nasty bites, and that the trill of crickets kept her awake some nights. This golden girl she'd come across, however, seemed as much a hive as a horse, and Ama couldn't help but take a few steps nearer to look at the buzzing little creatures as they crept.
Wholly focused on the striped creature making its way up the palomino's shoulder, she didn't look up at the words that were said. She simply shrugged, and nodded. "Thank you," she mumbled, tangles of windswept forelock falling across her eyes.
They had come together beneath the trees, each fascinated by the other's eccentricities. The cool blue orbs of her eyes blinked softly, inspecting the bee and the sticky-skinned girl it seemed so at home on. She was tempted to stick her tongue out, to lap at the honey that flowed freely from the white blonde mane, but she knew that would be an overstep. As much as that scent had drawn her in, one really couldn't just go about licking others. Even if she was positive they would taste delicious.
Satisfied with her assessment of the little winged insect, the shining girl stepped back a pace, her vague smile in place. "Have they always been with you? Even in winter?" She asked, suddenly buzzing herself with questions. There was so much to wonder at, when such tiny creatures chose to live with something so different from themselves.
@[Pollen]