feel the heart underneath my skin; megz-pony

[keeper]

throw me to the wolves & i will return leading the pack.

She stands in the Hush; that is what she has come to think of it as - a cathedral stillness of trees taller than any trees she has ever seen. Keeper cannot see the tops of the trees, but imagines that they must meet the sky in some way, or the clouds at the very least. Not prone to dreaming whimsically, she does spare a thought or two to whimsy in that she wonders if the clouds ever get stuck in the branches, and if so, does the wind pick them back out and send them on their way? She laughs to herself, realizing as she does, that she has broken the reverent hush of the Forest; the results of this are varied - a bird takes flight, a hare freezes mid-motion, but the bees still drone busily about their hive nearby, and slowly the mare settles back into her own stillness too, as the hare hops across the way and disappears into the brush.

Eventually, she is drawn towards the beehive.

It is not that far off the ground, as she peers up at it curiously.

Keeper stretches out her neck, tries to lip at the base of the hive but the bees swarm her face and she backs off, wary of their stinging threat. She reconsiders the beehive with a tilt of her head, eyeballing the bees as they fly around in circles, buzz buzz buzz - that’s all she hears, and it is getting louder as if her mere presence has agitated the hive, and it has. A breeze comes bouncing by, playful and cool, and sets the hive to swinging precariously from side to side. She really hopes that it doesn’t fall - she does not want to displace the bees, but she is curious about the honey that she knows is inside. A golden gob plops down on her nose and she jerks back with a snort, shaking her head furiously but the honey remains in place, going all sticky in her fur.

“Oh geez,” she says aloud, exasperation set deep in her voice. The dunskin rubs her nose against the tree, smearing the honey in further and gives up with an exasperated sigh. She takes a step back and still eyes the hive, wary but not defeated.

ooc: i'm sorry, i don't know what this is. :/

Keeper