As Sweet as Honey

I R I S There was still a ways to go. The man she'd bullied into following along was a couple of meters behind her frowning profusely. He carried the bee smoker she'd borrowed along with the jars she'd prepared. Iris had never collected honey before and after a brief inquiry about the necessary steps she acquired the helper who'd do it for her. After all, she was still bruised from a run-in with an exceptionally grumpy Fae and, more importantly, she didn't want to get stung. She also happened to enjoy bullying her father's men from time to time. She paused briefly to survey the cliffs, shielding her eyes from the sun, extracted a cigarette from her pocket, tried to light it, failed, sighed, and kept walking uphill. They'd just passed the lighthouse and she was sure that some trees grew up ahead that would provide shelter from the breeze blowing in from the shore. Sunjata