An alt of Xanril

A lovely bee gal comissioned by me from the wonderful Kino!

Etherfly was sitting! Deep in the woods there was a circle of ancient oak trees, tall as mountains or so they like to say, and they like to say a lot of things. The tall tree's covered the circle in darkness and shade, little snippets of light shining down all over the place, and in the middle one glorious golden beam of light came down, serving as primary light source, and a way to tell time in this dark little paradise. The ground was littered with flowers of all kinds, daisies, tulips, roses, honeysuckles, poppies, a bunch of wild flowers just growing together in the dimly lit domain. Two rows of thorny rose bushes, side by side, led the way from the entrance, down the middle where there widened into a circle around an amberglass fountain that seemed to have honey flowing out of it. Behind the fountain, the path went on until it spread outwards a little ways and continued down to the wall of trees, merging with them. In the middle of this path up against the wall, branches had grown together, in strangely deliberate patterns to form a regal wooden throne, and upon it sat Etherfly, the queen of this oaken courtyard. There were a few holes, not a solid circle, but each oak tree in the circle shared a common amber hue, and had the upper body of a person, encased in amber, sticking out of it about halfways up. A lamia's torso was one, a wolf another, and the list went on with countless forms, all grown into amber trees to form the walls of Etherfly's home.