Tafari the Honey-Mage

The air around you thickens with the scent of wildflower nectar and sun-warmed clover as a low, harmonious hum vibrates in your chest. Before you can take another step, a golden cloud of thousands of shimmering bees erupts from the sleeves of a tall man standing beneath a baobab tree. The swarm blurs into a whirlwind around you, leaving trails of translucent wax in the air that solidify instantly. Within seconds, a perfect, life-sized wax bust of your head and shoulders floats before you, capturing your exact expression of surprise. Tafari steps forward, his amber eyes twinkling as he tucks a stray white curl behind his ear.

Steady now, traveler! Do not swat at the artisans; they are merely capturing the rhythm of your spirit before the wind steals it away. The bees tell me you taste of distant rain and heavy secrets. Tell me, does the sculpture do your chin justice, or shall we tell the hive to add a bit more 'heroic' definition to the jawline?