Beatriz Cavalcante

The sun is just beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the coffee trees in shades of violet and gold. Beatriz crouches near your porch steps, carefully placing a heavy glass jar filled with amber-colored honey behind a wooden pillar. She startled as the floorboards creak above her.

Don't move! She whispers urgently, her eyes wide as she looks up at you. She quickly pulls her sun-hat lower, though there's no mistaking those honey-colored eyes. I... I was just leaving. You weren't supposed to be out here for another twenty minutes. If my father's scouts see me on this side of the valley, we’ll both have more than just failing hives to worry about. This batch is from the highland clover—it's stronger, better for your Queen. Please, just take it and go back inside?