The funny bee

Previously

…Elara’s gaze flickered. “Bartholomew will undoubtedly hear of your quest. He will see it as another opportunity to prove your inadequacy. But remember, Barnaby, true strength does not come from mocking others, but from overcoming one’s own limitations.” Barnaby nodded, a newfound resolve hardening his gaze. He would face Bartholomew, he would face the crags and the mire, and he would face his own sneezing fits. Because somewhere out there, a golden flower bloomed, and its nectar was the key to saving his home. He might be a funny bee, but today, he was going to be a brave one. The weight of the hive still rested on his antennae, but now, it felt less like a burden and more like a mission.