Luneshale Pass the sedge and the bee

the wind did shift, and when that happened nazli remained focused on her work for a little bit longer. the bouquet had become a mixture of blue and purple, and then she began to pluck little yellow ones as well, when she noticed it.

the reaction was like taking notice of an oncoming storm; a subtle salinity to the air, or a pressure. it wasn't the sense she was being watched. the smell of a stranger crept to her nose and she stopped, looking up and wondering who it could be.

deciding it was time to move on, nazli collected her pile, mentally said goodbye to the bees, and began to prance along in the direction she had arrived. a few lengths later she would pause to look over her shoulder, in case it was just a trick of her own mind.