Moonspear and if i say to you tomorrow

It was hard not to laugh at Jarilo being covered in flowerdust and complaining about the position he was in. Charon chuckled as Jarilo complained about catching flowerdust and bees, unable to keep the smile off his face. "The bees use the flower for stuff." He thought for a moment, remembering that Thistle'd taught him these things. It was like unlocking a long-lost memory as he suddenly remembered going for honey with her. He'd loved the taste but it was difficult to gather. "Honey. They make honey, which is like.. bee-food, I guess." Charon actually wasn't too sure what bees ate and if it was honey or if they created it for some other purpose, but it made the most sense to him that they'd eat it because he had liked the taste.

"What did you mean to do then?" Charon asked his son as he looked out over the flowerfield at the pattern Jarilo'd created in it, while some bees busily zoomed round looking for the flowerfluff Jarilo'd left behind.