[private] sweet summer haze; Chryseis

[Velkan]

I’m so focused on the bumblebee, trying to angle my head just right so that I can actually look down at it as it crawls around on my chest and a little bit on my legs where they poke out from where they are folded beneath me, that I don’t even notice I’m being approached by someone. If you were to ask me whether I was more excited about the prospect of a new friend in the form of a horse or a bumblebee… well, I’d have to think about it for a second. Eventually the horse would win but like, how cool would it be to make a bumblebee friend? I hear her question, and I register it and understand it, but I don’t answer it. Not right now, anyway, because I’m convinced there’s something more important that we should talk about. So I look briefly up at the mare who’s come over - and I’m momentarily dazzled by the super cool marking on her face (where the hell do I get one of those???) but after a couple seconds of me staring at her I recover and remember what I was going to say. “Come look at this!” I whisper at her, gesturing carefully with my head downwards towards my chest where the little bumblebee is still walking around and tickling my skin with his (her? Them? Do bees have gender identities?) little feets. “Isn’t that cool? Look how fuzzy it is!”

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@[Chryseis]