The next day, a group of sigmaka warriors arrived first thing in the morning, lead by Fourth Queen Pezuya herself. Metsaitti greeted them with the karnuq’s own challengers. After a brief review of the goals and restrictions of their challenge, the sigmaka soon began. Belissar watched them for a bit but since Metsaitti was handling things today he soon left them to it.
After all, Belissar had a new type of honey to try. The First of the Fifth had given him a full tray of her new swirled honey. Belissar would have preferred she spread it among the bees first, but he knew at this point it would do no good for him to refuse, so he accepted it graciously. And…if he was perfectly honest, he was incredibly curious as to how the new honey tasted.
And so, without further ado, he scooped up a bit from the new tray with his finger and took a taste.
His eyes immediately brightened as the taste hit his tongue. It was like mana honey but…more. Sweeter, yet not in an overpowering way. Fuller, satisfying even from just a taste. A huge mass of mana immediately warmed his mouth, but it did not merely absorb into him as with the mana honey. No, it moved and spun, causing a tingling sensation that was surprisingly pleasant and spread the delicious sweetness of the honey to every corner of his mouth. It then joined with the mana buzzing through his veins to warm up every inch of his body, leaving him feeling pleasant and energized.
Belissar decided that yes, he did like the new honey. Especially as he came to himself and found he had already consumed about a quarter of the tray on its own. He did his best to put that tray aside and focus on his other fare, fortunately, he now had access to a spread of fruits, cave root dishes, and meat like he never had before. Sure the First of the Fifth would probably give him more swirled honey on a daily basis…but the question that immediately rose in Belissar’s mind was what would mead made from this honey taste like? And since he would be offering some of the new mead if and when he made any to the gods, and also wanted enough to share with the karnuq and Tarwantrad and even the bees if he could convince them to tolerate drunk workers, then he needed to start stockpiling for a large first batch.
So, he did his absolute best to save the rest of today’s trays for future meals…
After finishing breakfast, Belissar went about his morning routine, gathering honey, checking on the bees, and making offerings to the gods. When he arrived at the bumblebee meadow, however, he stopped and rubbed his eyes.
The flowers had grown…and not in number. There were flowers now as wide as his thigh and as tall as his waist, with multiple bumblebee workers crawling around on a single one. Belissar blinked, rubbed his eyes again, then blinked again, but the sight remained. He double checked for any messages from the Tower and the flower menu for this room, but didn’t see anything new in either of those.
He crossed his arms and hummed to himself. So, the flowers were suddenly growing larger…but didn’t count as new flowers? The only difference he could identify was a subtle flow of mana in addition to that of the Tower’s. It was rising up through the nearest flower’s roots, this one a combination of green and gold in color. Belissar tried to follow it in reverse, using his Tower sight to keep track of the flow down underground.
And yes, Belissar was building it in the shape of a bee. The blueprints the beeswax golem option had imparted to the bees were apparently for humanoid shapes, but Belissar hadn’t received them himself and went with the shape he knew best. Besides, this one was supposed to be for the nomadic Fourth of the Seventh, so Belissar hoped making it in the shape of a bee might allow it to fly. He didn’t see the point in giving her a mobile hive that couldn’t keep up with her.
Each and every day, he found he could make more and more spell bees and keep them running for longer, so the construction was picking up. The abdomen would be completed shortly. There was still the issue of the more complex and fragile parts…but Belissar hoped that would be resolved when they converted the construct into a moving golem. The First of the Fifth’s Seventh Daughter encouraged him that it should work that way from her experiences with her own golems.
His mana eventually ran out, though, and the Fourth of the Seventh was busy helping the First of the Fifth’s First Daughter’s Third Daughter off in Tarwantrad’s dungeon, so soon Belissar was left on his own. He still had some time until the daily purifications, so he considered what he should do. Since he had just finished the agreement with the sigmaka and Tarwantrad hadn’t visited today, there wasn’t much to do on the diplomacy front. And as he figured before, the bees had enough on their plate, so he didn’t want to get started on any new rooms or anything like that just yet. Ṙ𝓪𐌽ȮВËŞ
For the first time in a while, neither the Tower nor the people around them needed Belissar for anything. He had a moment to himself.
So, he promptly decided to use it for the bees. The latest stingless and butcher bee hives had gotten him thinking on his beehouse designs. He had started to adjust his design based on the kind of bee it would house, such as fireproofing for the burning bees, subterranean burrows for the digging bees, or the horizontal trays the stingless and butcher bees liked. He decided to consider different beehives and what other adjustments he could make.
Take, for example, the swimming bees. The only thing he had done for them so far was place their beehouse near the water. But was that truly all he could do for them? Some bees, like the shining, blinding, and digging bees, liked to immerse their hives in their attribute…but apparently not so with the swimming bees. They liked to dive in and out of the water but didn’t like to raise their young in it, it seemed. Belissar hummed to himself as he observed the hive in question with his Tower sight. Was there a way to put the beehouse in water without it filling up with water?
The only thing that came to mind from Belissar’s own experiences were beavers, that built some kind of wooden lodge in the ponds they made…