Flora took pleasure in the delicacy of her approach and studied the ways of the smallest, sweetest blooms she could find, tiny pimpernels and forget-me-nots hiding in the pockets of the fields. The en...
717! You are behaving like a demented bluebottle - stop that!
The green began to seethe.
The man stood alone by the hive. On impulse he put his palm against the wood, as if feeling for a pulse.
Awestruck, Flora stared at the dishevelled sisters with their blazing faces and radiant ragged wings, who smelled of no kin but the wild high air.
