Two Wisps Passing
Luvulitha, a small woman no larger than a sparrow, sat crosslegged on a polypore as she tried to rid her small wings of the layers of caked-on pollen that had accumulated over the course of the afternoon. She enjoyed working amongst bees; they were kind little creatures with wings not unlike her own. Sometimes she could call to them like humans would a dog and they would come zipping to her side, ready for her to guide them to whichever blossom held the most nectar. The bee’s served their queen, and Luvulitha served the land in which they all inhabit. Dealing with the sticky mess of pollen wasn’t bad conside