Wapun Meadow Plates and Saucers

In her eagerness to dig up the fennel, she failed to notice the cloaked figure observing her casually from a distance, and also failed to realize that her enthusiasm carried her a bit too far into her task. Fixated upon the job of digging the plants up, she simply went from one to the next- and no sooner had she unearthed the root system of one then she'd honed in on the next and began to uproot it as well, leaving behind a small trail of felled plants and scattered piles of damp earth which was flung haphazardly behind her. She stopped only when a bee buzzed too closely to her muzzle for comfort- prompting her to jerk her head up and snap at the fat, fuzzy bumbling insect. An act she immediately regretted. 

She clapped her mouth shut, capturing the bumblebee in its entirety inside her mouth, a buzzing, fuzzy surprise that had a sudden, sharp repercussion as it promptly dug its stinger into the roof of her mouth. With a yelp she leapt backwards and flailed her head around, tongue hanging out as she frantically tried to shake it loose, looking somewhat like a bucking horse. Eventually, after a few whipping head tosses, the bee was flung out of her mouth into the grasses leaving behind a stinger that she wriggled out with her tongue despite the inflammation that had already begun to make her muzzle swell up. 

Miserable and feeling sorry for herself, she dropped into what might've looked like a play-bow, though the woebegone nymph did so in order to bury her throbbing muzzle beneath her dirty forepaws, squinting her eyes against the pain as she moaned softly, and tried to brainstorm what might be the best treatment for a beesting inside her mouth...An injury she'd honestly never had to treat before. It was hard to think over the pain.