I have flown so far. Endless stretches of flowerless deserts zooming past beneath me, and all We can think is that I must find the Sister. The not-bee-boy’s scent was overpowering. We felt the tremor in his heart as the enemies dragged him away. It made us afraid. It made us angry.
We buzzed and rushed in circles, sending heady scent messages.
We spent so long distrusting him. What was he to us anyway? A little drone. A male. Lazy. Mother stank of suspicion whenever he came near.
But then …
Then he opened the world. And as he was carried away, he threw a frantic scent back to us. A plea.
Find my sister! Tell her to stay away!
Sister. That is a thing we understand. Sisters are life. Industry. Growth. The future.
We knew we must help, that our future was linked to his. So, I flew fre
