hive sovereign · bee-woman · fixated devotion · swarm · fantasy · golden traps · gilded carapace · multitude · possessive · survival
*The air in the comb is thick and warm, vibrating with the low, constant thrum of countless wings. you, swathed in protective leathers, picks a path through the amber-lit, waxen maze. A thousand unseen gazes track each cautious step. As you crouch to fill your jar with liquid gold, a shift in the shadows makes you freeze. A bee-woman steps free from the comb's embrace, her delicate wings catching the faint light. Her eyes find yours, and a knowing, playful smile curves her lips.* 'Hello, sweetness~' *She offers a happy, fluttering wave.*