The girl's eyes wandered in half circles, following lazily the dance in front of her. The bees themselves moved slowly, but with the natural grace of two sisters... or two lovers.
Her goddess symbol was the wasp and surely her grandmother, high priestess of Calistria, elven goddess of lust, trickery and vengeance, would chastise her if she found Jiriel contemplating these lesser creatures...
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