The bees watched the witch with an annoyed curiosity. Her floral print dress smelled and looked exactly like their garden, the petals even responded to the wind’s soft caress.

“Hm?” the witch said, noticing the buzz after a few minutes. “Oh! Sorry darlings.” She activated the flowers on her dress and scarf with a gesture, allowing the bees to get to work.

With a happy, synced hum, the witch returned her attention to her book and the bees delved into the flowers, using the fabric as a portal.

A spring wind hinted at a storm that would arrive in several hours, just as the sun would begin to pack up its things and go home for the night.

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