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December 3 2005

More of our "walking!"

Okay, to try and describe the "room" we entered would be difficult. It was, as most of the rooms, massive and
open. But it had this sort of feeling about it. It was like a judges chambers or something. There were weird -
and I mean weird places to sit...I think they were to sit on.

To my surprise, we didn't stop there, we passed through that room and entered another, much more inviting
chamber. I say "chamber" because every time I've heard people in the know talk about bees, they call all the
places in their hives, chambers or cells.

At first I started to look all around but then I saw a figure and stopped.

The charisma that flowed off of her was...it was amazing. Like seeing your favorite flowers happily blooming,
or perhaps more like seeing a unicorn. You always "suspected" they existed but then you are presented with
one. Right in front of you.

This, I quickly ascertained, had to be their queen. She stood, a honeybee but her head mane was SO long. I'd
not seen any of the many honeybees we'd passed, with mane/hair that long. It flowed around her like a living
thing. Her breasts were quite large as was her backside. Very much built like the ancient fertility sculptures
that I've seen in museums. That made me smile.

I looked at Theta and he didn't bow or anything like that. No special deference. He just smiled widely and
gestured in our direction with his antennae.

Something fluttered in my heart at that gesture and then it fluttered away. Some memory.

Memories.

I glanced at her and she smiled. In that smile I think I was lost.

Theta's words from a while back returned to me, floating through my mind.

Those words that had made my world spin. "I hadn't seen them clearly then." He was talking about
Johnathon's sketches of honeybee hands. My head snapped up as I stared at Theta and I held tight to my
focus. Or tried to.

Theta.

Theta is Johnathon. Johnathon is Theta.

So, who am I?

Tears literally exploded from me as I turned back to the queen.

Leonurus.

I remembered her name before we could be introduced.

Tears flowed from me and I swear to god they smelled of honey!

Fleur stared at me, her pale blue eyes wide. "Danny!" she exclaimed as she reached out for me, catching me
before I collapsed to the ground. My body was hot. Almost feverish.

She stared down at me as she held me in her arms and her pupils were completely dilated. "Honey...honey, are
you in there?" she whispered almost inaudibly.

Her words sounded so far away and I didn't understand why she was asking such an odd question.

I blinked and my world changed.

I could see.

Everything.

The colors.

Oh, god. The colors.

I thought things were...intense when I first transitioned. But this. I wish I could SHOW you.

Now I understand why Johnathon sits and stares, frustrated, at his monitor, complaining that the intensity is
never right when he draws an image from Cyeatea.

Fleur smiled a smile I've never seen before.

Her hand came up and ever so softly touched my face, starting at my cheek and then down my muzzle.

Muzzle?

MUZZLE?!!!

I softly took her hand in mine and my world changed. My hand. It was dark. Long slender fingers, delicate and
dark brown…like the darkest honey and that faded up my arm into a rich tawny gold. No fingernails. And my
hand was tiny. Smaller than before. It almost fit in the palm of Fleur's.

Suddenly I could see two hands in hers. One almost invisibly sitting within the other. As if the honeybee hand
was a shadow inside of mine.

I heard musical laughter as my world darkened and I sat up in bed, tears running down my face.

Both Fleur and Johnathon sat on either side of me. Both smiling.

Both with tears on their own faces as well.