Ah, what beauty. [ Colors! Colorful flowers!! Pulling out his harp— ] What a sweet glimmer of color in such a bleak world as this…and yet we must sully their beauty still further for the prize they keep.
Behind you! [ Thank goodness he’d already whipped out his harp earlier on. He quickly plucks a string, letting those homing sound waves of his pierce the first of the bees through the heart. ]
[ Ooh, that commotion likely would've brought more of its hive out now. But still Tristan takes the time to consider that question carefully before replying with a slightly sheepish: ]
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Please, direct me to where our enemies are. I will vanquish them swiftly.
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[ And now she's just going to jog towards the woods. ]
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[ Sorry, Tristan. Maya doesn't usually stop moving. ]
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[ As Maya glances over her shoulder, and. Uh. ]
Wait, did you just harp it to death??
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Yes.
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[ Because now more bees are swarming out, and they are definitely bees with... multiple heads? Why.
Maya's gesturing now, summoning a silver figure with the flick of her wrist to send out a blast of icy air that they balk at. ]
Can you distract them? I'm going in for the honey!
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Which means that he can shoot his arrows guilt-free, which he does, plucking at his harp strings to keep the creatures at bay. ]
Please be careful. [ If they’d had more time to plan things out then he’d probably volunteer himself. Dammit Maya. ]
I will guard you from any direction.
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[ Because she's running headlong for the hive. Okay, Maya. Live your dreams. ]
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But then…he guesses he’s used to always seeing somebody’s back. He has a lover to part with, a king to follow, a Master to protect…
He chuckles. ]
How nostalgic. How very nostalgic indeed.
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[ A quick glance over her shoulder-- Maya, stop running. ]
Did you say something?
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I was simply lost in my own thoughts. But pray, how shall we harvest the honey? Do we take the hive whole?
[ Maybe they should’ve stopped for a moment to consider all of this? Maya please ]
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