The beetle didn’t seem to care it couldn’t summit the mountain of her leg, and she wasn’t about to discourage it. It’s funny little legs tickled her, and she fought the urge to jerk and send the beetle flying again. She didn’t even look up until a voice rumbled over her, and even then, it took her a moment of processing before she realized someone was speaking. Bee raised her head, and openly gawped in such a way that her mother would have been appalled.

Leagues taller than she, with a face that resembled something like the barn cats the old farmer up the road had roaming about, whatever creature her mind had dreamed up was a sight to behold. And Bee was beholding, alright.

By Jove, my mind comes up with the strangest things… She half whispered to herself, the woman’s words from before beginning to settle in. How this was not, in fact, a dream, but somewhere she had been stolen away to. Like a fae king had come to toss her over the back of his horse. Her head buzzing, she dragged a paw down her nose, unwittingly unsettling her beetle friend enough that it flew another way.

Yes, just so! It is quite hot, and there is no one around to scold me for being unladylike for digging! The revelation would arrive at a later date. For now, she just had to speak to this fascinating figure in front of her.