The following week in Goldenveil was a peaceful one and it didn't take long for the giant empress bees to start producing their first drops of honey.
Ethan couldn't hide his surprise when one of them came flying low across the garden, a small golden honeycomb clutched between its legs, heading straight for Arwen.
The comb was small enough to fit in the palm of a hand. It dripped and glistened in the sunlight as if it were made of liquid gold. Its sweet scent reached them before the bee did.
Arwen, of course, accepted it. She held out both hands with a huge smile, and the bee set the comb in her palms with care before buzzing back to work as if nothing had happened.
Her connection with nature was so strong that she didn't even need to harvest the honey. The bees did it for her and delivered it straight into her hands.
It wasn't much, so she and Ethan only got to taste a little before storing the rest away.
