POBee 229.1 - Bee-conomic Investments
The First of the Fifth crawled her way out of the hive, shimming about to maneuver her body out the entrance with as little disruption to the production lines as possible. Her new evolution was truly amazing, but she had to admit it had its downsides at times. Generally, whenever she needed to move.
But movement was necessary today. The First of the Fifth had much to do. The newest queen to join the hive of hives had shocked all the queens of the King with her tale. She told of hives that knew not the glory of the King and who were so vicious towards one another that they would even attack each other. And not only would the hive of hives now come into contact with such bees, they were sending one of their own number to live among them. The First of the Fifth’s very own descendent, even.
The hive of hives needed to ensure her First Daughter’s Third Daughter was fully prepared for such an environment. Beyond that, they needed to be prepared for a potential conflict with the vicious queens, whether to intervene on behalf of her First Daughter’s Third Daughter, or to defend their own home. And for that, they needed honey. They needed honey to expand their hives, they needed honey to raise evolved soldiers, they needed to create stockpiles for times of great need, and they needed to continue evolving queens. The First of the Fifth’s honey would be in even greater demand than ever before.
Not to mention, she didn’t need a communer to feel her First Daughter’s utter commitment to protect her own child. And, well, she knew exactly why her First Daughter would feel that way. She felt a stinger pierce her own torso knowing her First Daughter was still driven by events that she had caused. So, she would spare nothing ensuring the hive of hives was completely ready to assist First Daughter’s Third Daughter as necessary.
Except for this. Having made her way out of the hive, she looked over the preparations with her own eyes. Two trays of swirled honey shone bright in the light as workers attached them to soldiers via the Fourth of the Seventh’s woven stems. They saluted to her, indicating all was ready. The First of the Fifth acknowledged them before beating her wings and slowly rising into the air herself.
Even though she desperately needed to start evolving her own hive into honeyswirlers in order to scale up production, she had not. She had gone and made two whole trays of swirled honey all on her own, reserving it for the journey she now embarked on. She slowly, ponderously led the way as her soldiers carefully carried the two trays behind her.
One would be brought to the King and offered at his table. The first taste of her new honey should be his. That was the one thing the First of the Fifth couldn’t bring herself to compromise on.
As for the other, the First of the Fifth had the soldiers bring the tray to the Queen of All Bees’ shrine, laying it down in her chest. The First of the Fifth then danced before shrine.
“Thank Queen of All Bees for showing way of honey. Will do best to make better honey, like Queen of All Bees.”