perfect places

Unable not to smile at Melita's wide eyed wonder, Vai followed closely - though she was not nearly so light or ethereal as she had been before the start of her pregnancy. Cocking an ear, she also seemed to hear the solo within the chorus of the bees, a rising crescendo that hinted at something more, something regal within. As Melita glanced back to her she nodded, creeping closer and peeking up into the boughs of one of the trees that the swarm seemed to be converging around. "Ah," she whispered, pointing. "There, I think." Up high, the song she'd been convinced she heard chimed clearer, and whilst she could see no queen bee, there was little doubt that they'd come upon her. "Perhaps we ought to leave them to their building?" she suggested. "No honey for us until they get settled, I suppose." vervain she's a wild one with an angel's face