Flies never swarmed her. How could they with all the bees that buzzed around her? So any flick of her tail was never in retaliation to an insect, not that she wasn’t capable of harming one or assisting it in making the decision to leave her alone, they just didn’t bother her. Must be all the honey that runs down her skin in sticky little rivulets. Oh, and the bees.
So the palomino is trotting along the trail, happily oblivious and lulled always into a sense of safe complacency by the sound of the bees in her ears. She can hear the notes of the forest in the background but there is nothing in the quiet noise to give her a reason to fear being there alone. Perhaps she was just far too adventurous for fear to come knocking along.
She never hears the other girl’s approach until she speaks and Pollen lifts her head, a beatific smile in place on her lips. “Oh goodness! Do I?” Pollen stops, gives a little gasp and turns in a small circle trying to look at herself before halting again and collapsing into a fit of giggles. Mischief glimmers in her eyes as she meets the teal-tipped girl’s gaze.
“Silly me! Those are just my bees,” and she gives no further explanation but creeps a little closer to look the girl over. She was gorgeous! Certainly not like anything she’s ever seen with eyes lacking a pupil and looking more like jewels unearthed from the ground. Pollen was captivated by her sparkly look and all that midnight-dark skin. “You are very pretty to look at.”
Sure, the comment might seem odd but it was honest, and Pollen never once stopped smiling. Even one of her bees flew close to inspect the jeweled parts of her, hovering and buzzing. “Don’t worry, he won’t sting you. You’re just sparkly and throwing off some light whenever it touches you.” It was like the sun found her through the breaks in the trees, lighting the dark girl up as the shadows flocked to the sunlight color of Pollen’s fur.
@[Amarine]