So Many Bees

She startled when she heard how close the voice was to her, tilting her head to the side at the words, "Does father have another guest?" Father? Was this Malachai's little sister? Or? She found her grief retreating some, as she pondered that, her fingers paused in their embroidery as she looked up at the entourage of people on the other side of the hedge from her. Nurses, it seemed like, much like the one that stood some feet back from her, a respectable distance, but still, a pair of eyes on her.

H-Hello? I'm not intruding on a favorite space am I? I can choose another if this is somewhere you'd like to be instead. She was a guest here after all, and under the lemon tree was a nice bit of shade, smelled amazing, and the bees, the subject of her sewing this afternoon, came and went from the blossoms in a quiet hum of movement. A gentle lullaby for her shattered nerves.

Or.. would you like to come join me?

@Novella Tilani