Epic of Bee

I let out a long sigh after I sent Joni to join the girls, but now I could see Pixie buzzing over the three Ferrets and two Weasels following. The Men all had some kind of tube-like pouches on their sides that looked like three hexagonal honeycombs thirty centimeters long and big enough to stick your hand in.

"Hello, my little pink-haired builder Bee, who have you brought with you?" I asked curiously.

"Honey GlueBees, they are Builder Class and part of the Service Class Division," Pixie explained to me.

"What? Since when are their divisions?" I asked, now confused.

"You can open the tab for each of the classes. There you will see the division of each class, and I pulled up the window myself quickly, and opened the Ferrets service tab, and saw the three builders, then I closed it.

After Hilda opened up a window for me and I could see the title of the tab, I was able to access them myself. I closed everything and focused back on Pixie with a smile.

"Sorry, I was just checking on some things. So I will assume that you will be able to solve our spacing problem? I think I read in the ship's stats that we can hold up to two hundred subjects, but we can only hold that many to sleep. We are going to need a lot of different places for people to work and do things when they are not," I explained to Pixie, and she nodded along with me and then smiled when I finished.

"Hilda, how are we attaching the sections that I am going to build?" Pixie asked, turning to the floating image of Hilda.

"After we solve the Nightmares problem, Beezli will come and bring us a docking ring that will use Teleportation magic like the ship does for us to enter. The ring will create portal ways that will give Subjects access to any room," Queeny explained.

"So then you just have to go fix those problems, and while you are doing that, we will get started on this. Talli and I will go out with some of the Harvest Class and some Guard Class to show them how to collect nectar," Pixie explained, but by the end of it, she wasn't even looking at me, and she just wandered off.

Her group followed her, and I was glad that she was maturing quickly over such a short amount of time. Pixie was right, and now that I had the Villages in hand here, it was time to head to the skunks and fix that problem.

The girls had been waiting very patiently, and I turned to them with a smile, and they both returned it.

"Are you girls ready to go and see the skunks? It's only about noon, and we can eat on the way," I said to them, taking their hand.

"That sounds good, but I think you should take it easy. Didn't that take a lot out of you?" Messia asked me with a worried expression.

I forced myself to be serious, eye-rolling; this was not going to help. Messia constantly fretted over me, and that wasn't going to change; it was her caring and love for me, even as overbearing as it was.

My Grandmother was very opinionated, and she and my mother got into a lot of fights because of it. It wasn't until I was a teenager that my mother finally came to a somewhat working relationship where they could talk for short bursts.

I remember asking my mom about the change because it was sudden.

One day they were doing their standard once a week yelling match. It was about my mother not having a man in my life to help give me the proper ideals, and my mom just let my grandma yell at her and ignored her until she calmed down and switched topics.

From then on, they talked more often, but grandma was still the same, and it even got to the point where I had sat down with my grandma. I had asked her to stop judging mom, and from there, they both got along better.

My mother told me that there are too many people in the world to expect them to change for you, and you can cut those people out of your life. Then there are the people you love but still can't change, and you can't throw them away, so there is only one choice.

You just have to change the one thing that you can, you. My mother changed how she did things, even though my grandma didn't budge, but that inspired me to stand up for my mother because I could see what a strong person she was.

"I am okay, but I will take a nap before we talk with the Skunk Folk. Thank you for being so concerned for my well-being, and I will try to be more mindful of my own limits in the future going forward," I explained to Messia, and she blushed slightly and turned away, clearly not expecting my reply.

I needed to work on myself and become great for all these people that had decided to follow me now. I wanted to say that I was worried about how I would do as a Queen, but I wasn't.

I had all these great people around me as my supports, and sure there would be mistakes that would be made along the way. That was the nature of the beast, but with the proper planning, I would make that beast my bitch, or pet at least.

Speaking of pets, I wonder how Slaggoth was going to feel about becoming a pet? I wonder if it would help if I added the title of Royal to Pet?

"Are you ready, Ashia," Miasma asked, leaning in to give me a kiss that I returned.

"Yes, but let's gather some guards before we go, and then we can make our way to see your People," I said as I pulled the two along with me over to Leah and Riza's group.

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