| They come.
They come in droves – dozens of little bee spirits, buzzing and divebombing and swinging through her dreads as they are tousled by the wind, zipping through her clothing close to her skin, eager to see the new Godi that calls them to the territory of the Eagles. Several fall to the offered honeycomb, several taste the purity of honey she has offered, falling to work through the comb and start to prepare it for the production of more. They are worker bees – by the hundreds.
She begins to talk, to buzz and chatter in their own speech, to conjole and speak of what she needs, of the things she desires.
They are eager – so eager. It is no difficult task she give them – they are bees, after all. Instead, her voice is soft, and pleading as she honors them for the great spirits they are. “I will place a hive, very much like this one on our terrace for your brothers, I will keep it clean and safe. I simply ask that if one not of Eagles, one not welcomed into the territory, if any enemy comes to breach our defenses and destroy the mighty warriors of Gaia, I ask that you fly, fly nimble and fast, revered bees, and get the attention of the nearest Eagle – sting them if you must, but alert them that enemies threaten our home, threaten the home I will make for you.”
She the offers them a taste of her very soul, the spirit candy that flows within her veins as initial payment, as a binding promise…
[binding – WP diff 5!] |