'This is the middle of nowhere… Does *it* still lead me in the right direction? The last thing I need is for my horse to break a leg on these potholes. And the insects are never-ending—did they all come out because the sun hid behind the clouds?'
Tamsha the human was riding a horse down the living mountain forest. Two more riders followed him. Neither of the three were wearing more armor or weapons than swords at their sides; their clothes were more fit for average travelers than warriors.
The only bee in the vicinity was a lone Commando Beemarine who showed them the way by flying ahead. Right now she stopped on a pillar mountain branch a few hundred meters away from the bees' camp.
And Tamsha was so busy following the scout and projecting his mental grumbling to everyone who can hear that he didn't notice me flying on top of his head (where I could head).
