Kreelos climbs up further to where the putsifa bees
hoard their honey. The blue putsifa honey is said to hold mystical powers
that will keep any kind of flower growing wildly for as long as the
roots are kept immersed. He scoops up some honey with Erelta's prize
helmet. Kreelos climbs over to the wind pod, plucks the flower from
the crown, and places it into the helmet with the putsifa honey.
"My gift is complete. When they receive this, I will be returning
to my parents all the love, respect, and devotion they have given me.
It's perfect!"
"Baron Berakis will hold me personally responsible for the disappearance
of his immaculate flower. You have stolen my helmet, the baron's esteemed
flower, and the putsifa bees' honey. How can we as subjects of this
dynasty look forward to our future when the heir hymarian thinks of
no one but himself? Your parents will never praise you for such ignorance.
Xylanthees the Great and Lersanis love you because you are their son;
they do not need some token of your appreciation they know!"
Erelta scolds.
Kreelos pauses as he looks down at the gift and begins to think the
sentinel may be right. "I only wanted to show my parents that I
loved them
"
Kuleenik Erelta pauses himself. A statement of such passion coming
from this young man causes sympathy to swell inside his own heart. A
look of compassion comes over his face as he whispers to Kreelos, "Take
it."
Suddenly, a ghostly hum grows from outside into a deepening growl.
The tsaranis tree vibrates.
"The bees are returning! Hurry, you must help me escape. Please!"
Erelta pleads.
Don't worry, Erelta, the bees entrance is at the bottom of the tree
and your armor gives you plenty of protection there. I just hope the
craftsmanship of your armor is as priceless as the baron's wind pod,
for your sake. Once I leave, I will draw the bees away. Use the honey
to grease your armor enough to loosen yourself. Be quick though, I cannot
hold the bees off for long," Kreelos says, readying to exit the
tree.
The putsifa bees enter the tsaranis tree and slam into Erelta's platinum
hind-end from below. The bees flail off his armor like a million angry
pebbles rattling inside an immense cauldron. The noise is deafening!
Erelta collapses his head down inside his platinum shell to wait out
the barrage.
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