REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
As As they begin to make their way outside, she catches Amalia’s instruction, pausing to turn toward her friends with an inquisitive look. “What’s a chorus bee?” She whispered to them as the corner of her lip rose in a small smile, wondering if they had any idea what they should be expecting. Singing bees? Bees at all? There were so many questions, but she nodded to Amalia if she looked and decided on heading outdoors to see what awaited the trio. She spotted the flowers in the back that Phoebe and Amalia must have spoke of, then an idea of the location of the cloth.
“Here goes nothing?” She half joked to the group, stepping out into the back to see what kind of thing a chorus bee was, if there were any back here.