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[Nyxanna ab'Arawn]

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It was a fair day the weather warm and sweat trickled down her pale neck. Nyxy bent over a box that was making loud buzzing noises.

For a change the box did not hold an explosive, but of course something that was rather dangerous. Pulling her hand out of the box it was covered with hundreds of bees. They did not sting her. She and the bees had an understanding of sorts, and it had taken years of work for the young scientist to achieve such. She had studied them perched in a tree for a good deal of her life.

She didnt know why she loved them so much. Perhaps it was because they were so like her; small, energetic, and filled with a burst of power. Something to harness, respect, and admire. She knew that many laughed at her for such a silly pursuit but it had grown more and more of a serious subject for her.

The only amusing part was simply that, Dragothien hated bees. There was not a day that went by that his eye's didnt widen with alarm as he saw his girlfriend run by with a swarm of bees. It wasnt that they were chasing her, or that he worried for her safety, but it was surely offsetting for one that did not trust such creatures. At least she kept them contained within the house.

He nor she could deny, that there was indeed an enormous amount of power contained in what she was doing, and her love of bees was only the more useful to harnessing it. Nyxanna was not a wholly naturistic person, she had the destructive capabilities of an expert alchemist, her explosive cocktails her forte'. She specialized in making things come apart at the hinges so to say, and the structural integrity of each building she entered was quickly assessed.

It was a side hobby, these bees, that had built into her a greater understanding of power in general, how to manipulate and use such.

Thier household had always been a tumultuous one. Yet she was happy and could ask for no more than the man that stood by her side, who shared her love of the odd and unusual pursuits of alchemy.

There was only one thing that made Miss Nyxy happier than Drago and the Bees. His name was Mairsil and her grandfather held the record for patience in this respect, admiring her for what she was his, beeloving,Porridge stealing, bomb making Mage of a granddaughter.

Nyxanna the BeeKeeper was truly blessed.