Bee And Foxglove

Bee Stays Faithful To Her Propensity For Wanton Destruction

It was a few days later. Bee and Foxglove had gone to town to see a play – "The Sultan's Wives: A Historical Tragedy." (It may interest you to know that Earth's current hyperfixation on happy endings is uncommon in the Universe at large. Kandrans loved to see a play that made them cry their eyes out, so long as they knew in advance that that was the plan).

They were now sitting on a café terrace in the main square. It was dark already, but this café opened late.

"That was sooo heartfelt," said Foxglove, still a little choked up. "I can't believe people used to do things like that. And Cassandra! That poor, sweet lady!"

"I found it a bit hard to believe at the end. Like they were just pushing for more tears, really."

"Oh, shut up Bee!" laughed Foxglove. "Can't you just enjoy things?"

"This is how I enjoy things. By overanalysing them. For example did you notice how Valeria —"

"—Shut uuuppp!"

"Make me," grinned Bee, leaning forward.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, you play-ruiner!" squealed Foxglove, trying to stuff a breadroll into Bee's mouth. They laughed and wrestled.

Bee held Foxglove back by the wrists, looking into her eyes, grinning. Foxglove gazed back, gaping a bit.

"Go on," said Bee softly. "Make me shut up."

They kissed.

For a quite a while, I have to say. I won't describe it all.

They were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. "...Would you like to order something?" asked the waiter, clearly a little bit miffed.

"Strawberry ice-cream," said Foxglove, a little breathlessly.

"Blackberry," said Bee.

(Oh, you didn't think ice cream was possible with medieval technology, did you? It is. Look it up).

Foxglove touched up her makeup. The ice cream came, in nice little crystal bowls. Foxglove thanked the waiter.

"So I was thinking," said Bee, starting on hers. "You know how you said how, under no circumstances, am I allowed to demolish a castle?"

"Bee," said Foxglove, playfully stern. "I know that look."

"Well, there's a house which I heard ol' Johnny and his boys are taking apart these days."

Foxglove's jaw dropped. "You're serious."

Bee grinned mischievously. "Come on, Foxy. We can go out at midnight so no one sees us. What could they complain about? We're just making their job easier."

Foxglove gaped a long while. "I don't know what is wilder for me. What you just suggested, or that I want to say yes."

"Remember our wedding vows?" asked Bee.

"The one where I said I'd forgive you when I find you confusing as heck?"

"It had a different wording I think – but no, not that one."

"The one where I said I'd love you till my dying day and beyond?" asked Foxglove, looking like she was contemplating another makeout session.

"Um... yes, but... no. The one where you promised not to let us get boring."

"I can't believe you made us put that in!"

"You made a vow, Foxglove, Daughter of Sandra."

Foxglove kissed Bee. "I did."

*

It was a little later than midnight when they finally set out, on account of needing to test the structural integrity of the kitchen counter (as well as the dining room table, the couch, and of course the bed).

It was a cloudy night, but Bee could make her fingers shine like a flashlight quite easily now. She adjusted the brightness from time to time to make sure they weren't seen. Of course, it's not like a demolition site exactly had security guards.

"Here it is," said Bee. She conjured up a few little balls of light – not too much, but enough that they could see what they were doing.

This old house had already been falling apart before; Ol' Johnny's men had set up a scaffolding on one side and had gotten started by taking down roof tiles.

"Are you sure about this?" asked Foxglove. "People are going to reuse some of these materials, you know."

"Can't turn back now," said Bee.

"We absolutely could turn back now!"

"I'm sure."

Bee set her feet on the ground, and began chanting her mantra, using her will to build up power in her chest.

"The power is within me. The power is within me. The POWER is within me! The POWER IS WITHIN ME!"

A wind whipped up, and light glowed in Bee's chest and around her hands. Foxglove gasped in fear.

"FALL!" shouted Bee.

The earth cracked.

The house split in half.

The walls toppled and fell inwards.

The entire thing collapsed.

"Nice," said Bee, shaking off sparks of excess energy. Her hair was standing on end.

"Bee, let's get out of here," said Foxglove, sounding a little scared. "People are going to come investigate. They must have heard you for miles."