Thoroughly impressed by their ways the spiders crossed over the boundary. These were exciting times both for the new alliance with the bees and the upcoming festival. Prince Stoharm’s glibs fooled no one. For now, he’s being held in his own castle's dungeon for prior transgressions.

But most were like Deiye who marveled the wax walls and hexagonal paper and wood, it wasn't quite as useful as a good old-fashioned web but it was certainly beautiful. Several stands were opening up in the streets, they sold quince bits, chewed wood, sugar water and flower seeds. The sharp inflection of a bird’s call hushed the gathering crowd… nothing. If ever there was a thing that spiders and bees could agree upon it was that birds were terrifying.

There was a small wasp here in the streets setting up ‘shop’, really it was just a library but someone still needed to run the counter. Buzgil was a kindhearted wasp but she was often perceived to be much younger than she was because of her stunted growth. She was simply just small. She was setting up a stand of sorts with different books on bee history, traditions, and distant dialects to try and bring the attention of spiders whose curious minds got the better of them.

And it was here that in her admiration Deiye bumped into the stand and made half the half-opened books tumble and drop.

“Oh goodness that was quite horrible of me, I do apologize.”

“Oh no, your desires of ‘tales of apollo’ do not need to be disguised. ”

“...”

“I-I’m sorry I am just trying to sell books, would you perhaps like a coffee instead?”

“... oh um, sure.”