Pollen has taken it upon herself to explore. Having overheard so much conversation about the vast and varied lands here, how could she not do exactly that? Before she could point her nose in a particular direction, she had to decide which land to visit. The more communal ones seemed the likeliest of choices so she didn’t commit a trespass against one of the kingdoms.
Her golden face grew ponderous as she tuned out the buzzing of the bees around her head. If she noticed the slow drip of honey down her neck, she did nothing to stop it or clean it up as her thoughts wandered off long before her legs could do so. Meadow, forest or river? The first seemed too much like where she was now - in an open field, staring at nothing as she kept to herself.
That left either the forest or the river, trees or water? She knew the bees would prefer the trees even if they’d never leave her and build their hive elsewhere besides in her pale mane. Water though, was kind of a repellent and they avoided it except when she had to drink or travel through it. It seemed like the bees made her mind up for her as they crawled over the honeycombs and wind-knots in her hair.
Their buzzing was endlessly in her ears even though she could have commanded them off. It had become the rhythm by which to measure out the hours and sometimes, her loneliness when it crept in. Except right now she was growing giddier by the moment now that she’d made a grownup decision to abscond to the forest. Not that there was anyone there to stop her.
Pollen trotted down a random path and sent out a couple of scouter-bees that would report back to her which trail to actually take. It worked out well and she soon found herself traveling beneath the interlocked boughs of trees she didn’t even know the species of. Just that they were tall and she liked the cool green peace beneath their leaves.
More bees swarmed out of her honeyed mane and began to fly in circles around her head, just as happy as she was to be here. Sometimes they’d come close and alight on her nose for a moment, knowing it tickled and made her laugh. She’d pretend to pin her ears back and snort them off again but the swarm knew it was her own brand of mischief.
Their buzzing songs lulled her into listening only to them and the sounds of the forest grew dim. Pollen made the perfect example of prey in that moment, happy and oblivious on her forest jaunt.
@[Amarine] ❤️