08-13-2012, 04:30 PM
Backdated to 10th August
They had lived with him for several weeks now, they knew who he was although not in such a higher conscious way. They knew he was safe somehow, their instincts told them to trust him and so they tolerated his presence. And now he would release them into the wild to survive or perish. The jewels he had traded away for them were worthless to him so in his own eyes it was that dog trader that got the raw end of the deal. The small black and yellow queens were valuable past value. Even as he let them out of their jaws, they were reluctant to leave his familiar presence and instead buzzed about him, unsure of themselves and occasionally landing on him.
He spoke to them softly, as though to his own children, murmuring soft words of comfort to them, though they did not really hear him. Before him sat proudly three hives he had constructed with his own two hands, aided and assisted by his knowledgeable father. One for each queen to make into her empire. They would soon grow uninterested in him and move to explore the homes that they would know were perfect for them to inhabit. But for now he was content to watch them lazily drift about and alight upon his head or shoulders and outstretched hands. The boy was the description of peace at that moment, feeling the connection to the wildlife that struck so much deeper than other people, his family exempt of course.
They had lived with him for several weeks now, they knew who he was although not in such a higher conscious way. They knew he was safe somehow, their instincts told them to trust him and so they tolerated his presence. And now he would release them into the wild to survive or perish. The jewels he had traded away for them were worthless to him so in his own eyes it was that dog trader that got the raw end of the deal. The small black and yellow queens were valuable past value. Even as he let them out of their jaws, they were reluctant to leave his familiar presence and instead buzzed about him, unsure of themselves and occasionally landing on him.
He spoke to them softly, as though to his own children, murmuring soft words of comfort to them, though they did not really hear him. Before him sat proudly three hives he had constructed with his own two hands, aided and assisted by his knowledgeable father. One for each queen to make into her empire. They would soon grow uninterested in him and move to explore the homes that they would know were perfect for them to inhabit. But for now he was content to watch them lazily drift about and alight upon his head or shoulders and outstretched hands. The boy was the description of peace at that moment, feeling the connection to the wildlife that struck so much deeper than other people, his family exempt of course.