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"Likewise," Vai agreed with an easy smile and half an eye still on the bees. She was intrigued but similarly respectful, and it showed in her wariness. A swarm was still a swarm, and it would likely not welcome their clumsy intrusions into their song or their work. Melita's suggestion, though - to follow them, well - that was hardly in need of consideration. "A wonderful idea," she said, nodding and already picking her careful way through the undergrowth, staying at a distance from the bees so they could get on with their pollination in peace. "You rarely see them travelling in a cloud like this," she remarked as they began to walk. "I only came out to enjoy the trees, but I'll not turn honey away if we do find some. Not that I would want to begrudge the bees, but maybe they won't mind sharing." vervain she's a wild one with an angel's face