So Many Bees

You're only a weapon if you agree to be a weapon. A knife is not a weapon by choice, it is a tool, it can create or it can destroy. It's the intention of the person wielding it that gives a weapon it's .. for lack of a better description, purpose. Artisans use knives to create works of art, I myself use a knife to create arrangements, and cut flowers into tiny pieces. I am a flower murderer, at my core, through and through. I hear their silent screams at night. A bit of humor on her part as she nodded. You.. you danced with the Lord Tilani, yes? Tall woman, gave me a lot of money to continue my research, mind you, I hate to have to go tell her eventually all her money was for naught. Blight and all. No amount of money could save her family either.. she knew Luce and Rene had thrown everything into their plan, and she was the only one who got out. Money did no good.

Hmm, having one around would be good. The acorns make good flour once they've been treated, but the toxins they produce can make someone lose control of their bowels. Lia explained as she took up the pen, her loopy, precise handwriting filling the page with the dictated note. She powdered the page down to dry the ink quickly, and then blew the fine grit from the page and handed it over to a minder to be sent.

It was nice to meet you. I hope I can come visit you sometime soon as well.


~~ A few days later ~~

She arrived to the room of the woman this time, her minders having taken her and the writing desk with them as they went. Lia took a book with her this time, one that she had been lucky to procure from Malachai's library, she hadn't realized that he had the book, but it had been a well thumbed copy on her desk during her entire graduate and doctoral studies, annotated in places, dog eared, and some pages so well perused that they had been faded with age. This copy was less worn, and featured none of the annotation she had done with her personal copy -- probably still on her desk at the University, covered in a layer of..

She shut that door in her mind as she came into the room, still dressed in black, and the ribbon, with it's five bees, had been braided into her red hair.

Hello my friend, I'm told you want to send another letter? She sat down where her minder indicated for her to be, before she leaned forward in the seat before the desk could be placed before her. I brought you a book, Malachai had it on the shelf in the library, but it's the primer I was re-writing in my spare time, this isn't my copy, but if you want to learn more about the plants, this is the most complete text to date to be studying. I made some notes in bits of parchment stuck through out, about ones that my research showed to be different than the figures in the book. She wished she hadn't been forced to leave everything behind...

@Novella Tilani