'Oh, ambassador,' chuckled Wolfheze, 'Safir-Flavum, isn't it?' He looked up, and the King nodded. He, too, was in a comical state. The entire hive was laughing at the ambassador, and Wolfheze, being outside, could hear the laughter as a morph of wheezes and buzzes.
'Sir Safir-Flavum, wake up! How rude of you to pass out in the presence of the King. . .' Said Wolfheze, addressing the fallen bee.
Yet before harassing the hysterical bee once more, Wolfheze felt isolated due to his sheer size to the bees. 'King Ugric, if I may, I will try and perform a. . . trick!'
He then closed his eyes and whispered, 'I channel my roots to the pulse of light, deep within the galaxies of my mind. Let me be equal to my new caretakers."
The blonde shrunk. His tininess made him fall to the ground ever slow.
'By honey and nectar!' Exclaimed the King, 'Pick him up!' He ordered one of the guards.
Wolfheze couldn't panic; the guard bee had already picked him up midair from his imminent fall on the ground, not that the land was deadly; it was a grassy patch, and the blonde would have safely fallen on it, but royalty loves to be dramatic at all types of inconveniences. The guard headed inside the hive and dropped Wolfheze before the King.
'You are certainly tiny.' Said the King.
'How am I tiny? You are the insect, not me.'
'Perhaps your trick. . .' the King walked down from his throne and stood in front of Wolfheze, towering over him.
'Blast it!' Complained Wolfheze.
'You might have overdone your. . .trick. . . ?'
'Well, that will be alright – I now can be a rider of the bees.'
'Are you able to grow back to your previous size?'
'Well. . . err. . . yes, but—'
'But what?'
'It is rather tiring to use metaphysics as a Laniakean.'
'A Laniakean, you say? What is that?'
'Me.'
Then the ambassador woke up from the shock, seeing the previously giant Wolfheze is now tiny and conversing with the King, resulting in him fainting again but less dramatically.
They both shrugged him off.
'I like you, Wolfheze the Laniakean,' complimented the King, 'Would you like to kill some fireflies?'
'Why, are they evil enough?'
'Enough? They're the vilest. Have you seen how they disrespected Safir-Flavum? How did they think that the vast land of Yura was theirs to occupy and control? I would have asked for help from my brother, King of the Dark Bees, but we, Animals of the Light, have made a collective pact to never venture through the Mavrílla anymore.'
'I've been there,' Wolfheze crossed his arms, 'They aren't necessarily evil, eh?'
'Idiot!' The King's face contorted in annoyance. He walked to the edge of the hive's entrance and gazed at the horizon, 'From what you said a few days ago, you've only met one of the dark snakes and fireflies. They are all but subjects of Dhīb.'
'And that is?'
'King of the Wolves, the first Mavríllan! For all the Wolves of the Light had been butchered and cannibalised by a deviant wolf, Dhīb, and thus the lands of Mavrílla were born. . . and the more time you spend in there, you lose yourself to the submission of the Mavro.'
'Eerie. Have I told you about—'
'No time for tales, my dear.' The King then flew up and addressed everyone to his attention, 'Sharpen your stingers, my ferocious warriors, and let us decorate this hive with lamps!'