{SEASONAL EVENT} Obligations
Melita
Nat haniel Sterling
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#1
sons could be birds,
taken broken up to the mountain
Truth be told, Nathaniel enjoys the extra height.

He sits up on the roof of his parents' house, well above the street. From here, he can watch the people passing by. Few of them bother to look up at him, though. He is above and away from them, but still a part of them. Nathaniel is better at watching than he is at anything else. He enjoys studying faces without being studied, watching the ebb and flow of the traffic on the street. This is not what he ought to be doing, but he isn't quite grown enough to do what he ought when what he ought involves his parents in any way.

So, he isn't.

He has some extra roofing material nearby, some of it even put into place already to patch the areas most damaged by the Deepfrost snow, but he isn't working very hard at any of it. He is, instead, watching, and enjoying being too far away for anyone to bother.

The next section of roof is near the edge overhanging the street, so he makes his way in that direction gradually. It's only when he gets close he notices buzzing. Or — humming? He doesn't want to call it humming. He knows what it is immediately, and he doesn't want it to be what it is, either.

He edges toward the end of the roof and peers down under the eaves.

And there they are: a whole swarm of insects thrumming along to some song they've made up themselves. Upside down, Nathaniel blinks at them. He hasn't ever encountered this particular problem before. Normally, he encounters the Chorus Bees in the woods and leaves them alone. Normally, he isn't many feet up in the air, at eye level with the whole swarm.

Today isn't going to be a normal day.
Melita Najya
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#2
 
M E L I T A


The streets were alive again; rejuvenated from the reckless winter’s reach, the knives and knots of LongNight loosening their grasp. Melita was just the same, breathing in the fringes of warmth, the touches of sunshine, and if she were a bird, she would’ve stretched her wings and flown to the heavens. Instead, she skipped down the lanes and avenues, rushing through corridors, unfurled her merriment and ebullience in forceful melodies gliding across her tongue, her lips. Sometimes there was purpose behind her steps, and other times it was simple restlessness, the eagerness to flee the confines of darkness, the belligerent shadows, the press of oblivion. Today’s adventure was marked in the latter, touching and igniting the fringes of wilderness in her untamed motions and movements, Fangorn bounding behind with his typical hisses and grumbles. But she couldn’t be waylaid today, by anything or anyone, not caught or trapped in the boundaries of melancholy, not in the foothold of anguish, not in the blighted, bitter snares of the past. The world was at her feet, and she danced on its gales, on its blossoms, on its threshold, with passion and fervor.

The pair crossed as a unit below the alms of houses and shops, billowing along the markets with their fineries and riches. She slowed, gaze flicking over wares and fabrics, honeysuckle limbs and boughs, ice and rime fading away on cobblestones, and then made her way back through the next set of roads and crescents. The youth would’ve likely passed right on through, without a care or concern, focused entirely on her whimsical delights, had she not heard a familiar buzzing. It was a hum, not unpleasant, but distinct, conducted by a favored orchestra of animals. A grin billowed its way along her features, and an almost impish, devilish sort of gaze settled its way into her eyes, following the melodic drone as it drowned out the notes she carried.

Eventually, Fangorn safely bundled in her arms, they reached the height of the swarm: unfortunately chosen where another being had already taken residence. Her stare glinted towards an individual staked out on the roof, building materials resting and jutting out in places, repairs set aside at the intonations and cadences of secondary hosts. She opted to call up to him, friendly, amicable, amiable, her decibels raucous and loud over the rest of the din. “Looks like you have a bee problem!” Her smile grew, a nearly tangible designation of reckless, heedless rhythms, before offering her assistance. “Would you like some help?”





Nathaniel
Nat haniel Sterling
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#3
sons could be birds,
taken broken up to the mountain
The sound of a woman’s voice rises over the hum of the insects, and Nathaniel pulls back to right himself again, blinking at a stranger down on the street. She has one of those goddamned vampire gourds in her arms, though it seems to be complacent. Nathaniel blinks, frowning slightly, as he parses her words.

“Chorus bees,” he responds, wary. “Can you hear them?” She might be too far away. Nathaniel looks at her a moment, decides he hasn’t seen her before. She must be another Outlander. They proliferate like rats around the more settled area. With a sigh, Nathaniel settles back on his heels. “What do you know about bees?”

Truth be told, he knew only enough to avoid them as often as possible. If the Outlander thought she could help, though he wouldn’t turn her away. Especially if she ended up getting stung, instead. “I need to get them out here.”
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#4
 
M E L I T A


His frown didn’t deter her; very rarely did anything stop her actions from proceeding, a tenacious, obstinate sort of little demon. She tilted her head and nodded at his inquiry, jumbling Fangorn around in her arms at her forceful action. “I can!” Then she opted to copy their humming components, attempting to match pitch for pitch, tone for tone; eyes flicking back and forth over the movement and motion of the bees. It was familiar and distinct, and though there was likely some variant in species, she was accustomed enough to bee particulars, customs, traditions, and patterns to see the trial and tribulation was probably minimal. “I know some,” she hollered back to the stranger; not wishing to give herself a braggart’s reputation and then be incapable of following up on the proffered assistance. But she had spent a majority of her childhood following them around, billowing beside them and pretending to be amidst their colonies (buzz buzz she’d shout at Clementine, rolling back and laughing in the sun-sweet meadow, wild and free, fervent and ardent and bewitched by the beauty of the world around her).

“That’s understandable,” - bees, despite Melita's love and adoration for them, carried a long list of qualms and fear, those who didn't want to slip into their wrath and be mauled in a series of suicidal volleys. Some simply didn't understand how vital the animals were: because it was more than just honey, but pollinating, ensuring the rest of the realm's food could grow, could nurture, could thrive. She grew a little closer, studying them from below. “You don’t have a nest though. This is a swarm. They’re gathering around their queen to protect her.” And she was everything to them, the life-giver, the power, the future, the renewal, the resurgence. The rest of them clustered together as shields, as defense, as mercenaries, willing to give their lives for her; it was sorrowing and uplifting all at the same time. “We’ll just have to figure out how to tempt them to leave.” Would they follow another humming voice? Or did they have to convince the queen, and all her waiting ladies, that this wasn’t the right surface to occupy?






Nathaniel
Nat haniel Sterling
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#5
sons could be birds,
taken broken up to the mountain
True, Nathaniel visited others rarely, but he had never met anyone with quite so much enthusiasm for bees as this young woman. He raised an eyebrow as he peered down at her beaming face, and wondered if she was perhaps a little insane. What kind of sane person kept a vampire gourd for a pet, anyway?

At least she was happy about it.

"Hmm." Nate shifted so he was sitting at the edge of the roof, long legs hanging over, well down from where the swarm had made its temporary home. He would be able to speak more easily with the girl this way. From her words, he suspected she knew at least more than he did. He wasn't about to pretend he understood the social complexities of a colony.

"I've never seen chorus bees in a nest," he told her, thoughtful. "Usually, they're in the woods. You... have experience with this kind of thing? Moving bees? Any advice?" He had nothing to lose by asking. "They'll attack if you mess with them too much." And that would be far from pretty.
Melita Najya
the Honeybee


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#6
 
M E L I T A


As she continued to observe the swarm and converse with the stranger, the sun settled down, coasted to the ends of the earth in its bright, illuminating colors: hues of gold, of orange, of blue and indigo, bringing a smile to her face again. At the very least, they’d have the day on their side.

She wasn’t an expert by any means on the matter of bees, but she enjoyed their efforts, their methods, and their means. She appreciated them in her childhood, impersonating them as best she could with laughter and ridiculousness, and now, she enjoyed their presence, was reminded of better hours and minutes beneath her mother’s watchful eye, beside her sister as they murmured and debated about which was best: the bees or the butterflies.

But he wouldn’t care about that; her gilded gaze floated back up to him, back and forth between the swarm, admitting her lack of experience in some regards to the wondrous creatures. “I’ve never moved any, though we may have more luck as the sun sets. They tend to get drowsy.” Perhaps they’d be less irritable to with the task they were willing to undertake: somehow relocating a bunch of chorus bees back into a more hospitable environment in the woods. How did one convince a queen to take her court and vacate a scene?

She wanted to do it efficiently and effectively though, where no one, insects, humans, or gourds, was harmed in the monumental task. Her head tilted back and forth, and she glided beneath the buzzing swarm, memorizing their hum and continuing to perform it under her breath, studying and perusing, pondering and wondering. “Could we smoke them out? Force them back into the forest?”




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