POBear 223.2 - A Bear-y Bee-utiful Garden
The First of the Fifth’s Second through Fifth Daughters were currently pacing about in a group within their joint hive. They knew that their queen mother was working on a new honey type, but they had not expected her to suddenly evolve. Now, with hardly any warning, their queen mother was sealed up in a cell, possibly for days given the example of other queen evolutions. For the moment, there were no problems, the hive was functioning well as the First of the Fifth’s workers handled their task with the immaculate precision and efficiency their queen mother prized.
But the daughters knew all that could change very rapidly, and none of them understood the full picture of the hives’ efforts. Not to mention that the First of the Fifth performed a lot of duties outside of the hive. Who among them was going to receive the scout reports on the state of all the other hives in the Tower? Who among them was supposed to determine how much honey to deliver to each of the other hives? Who among them should manage cross-pollination of new flowers? Each of them could perhaps to one of those jobs, but none had the comprehensive view of their own joint hive, much less the entire hive of hives, necessary to make decisions with confidence.
“Hi, queen mother evolving already?”
But then, new mana and a new dance joined the debate. All the daughters turned to find another of their number arriving, one they had not considered. The First of the Fifth’s First Daughter had heard her mother’s message as well and returned to her home hive with a full squad of communers and drones. The daughters quickly began laying out the situation to her.
The First Daughter wasted no time and immediately began dancing to her communers.
“Coordinate with shortcut guards, ask hive of hives to report status and honey needs there. Bind sister queens mana together, make sure all can see what others doing. Cross-pollination can wait, gardeners working with dangerous one on King’s task anyways. Just report if new flowers spotted.”
The Second through Fifth Daughters stopped their own dances and stared as the First Daughter took command of the situation…and was apparently already aware of wider hive of hive’s circumstances. The First Daughter then turned to them.
“Ok if help coordinate? Helped Fourth of the Seventh’s hive, helped hive of hives with shortcuts, so can help while queen mother evolving?”
The First Daughter was a bit surprised when her siblings burst out into rapid and relieved dances for help. She had thought they’d be better positioned to manage things given they lived in the queen mother’s hive and she did not, but apparently all of them were specialized in specific tasks. But that was no problem for the First Daughter.