Stranded in the stone desert

This is a long story

It was the first daylight she had seen for a very long time. The long wingless men were slowly taking out the flowers. So when they walked out with the next bunch, she took a chance. Flew to the edge of her prison, then seeing no danger, spat as fast as she could to a close by tree. Weaving a concealing web between the leaves sucking up the energy of the sun. Leaving her with a lookout on this alien world.

The big cave, she had come out of, stood on flat rock, as wide as the hill back home. Could not believe anyone could live without flowers, without anything. Maybe this was what the tales called a dessert. She tried to remember the tale, but could only remember the warning about total desolation.

Looking at the sun, it was time to move. It was now shining straight down, luckily not burning too hot. But the local birds too thought it was not suited for flying. Letting go of her shelter she darted over the shining rocks, away from the huge cave she had seen the wingless go into. The row of trees, however simply sheltered more flat shiny rock, and other huge caves, leaving her only a shady route into oblivion.

Bad choices. Being too curious, had imprisoned her in the weird metallic cave. It hadn't done her great favors here either. The big caves she had left behind her. Opting for the stone hills, she had noticed in the distance. But all she got was more flat rock, littered with metallic boulders, which the wingless somehow got moving.

She was hiding next to a green spot between a sorry looking patch of tree climbers, bunching up over the ground for lack of trees. The green spot harbored nice smelling flowers, fiercely protected by bees. The colors were strange, but the smell familiar, and she thought they would be accessible when the sun was asleep. So she had picked up what little food was available out of the lonely flowers still alive, and had weaved a shelter looking at the sun, hoping it would move faster. She had no clue how the big birds would react on winged people in this place. The slow fat ones looked harmless. The big white birds with the webbed feet, however made her hide more every time one came in sight. The little brown birds hiding too did not help either. One even crept underneath the same climbers as her, but soon disappeared when she tried to talk to it. Tjilped dazed and raced away.

When the sun finally layed its head on the meadows far, far away. Finally she could eat her fill. Emptied out all flowers. Knew she had to go on, not willing to confront the bees the next morning. Searched some small enough pebbles, to shoo away the big fish in the pond and looked over to wash away the sticky pollen. Looked shocked at her own reflection. Her dress almost brown. Quickly washed only her face, hair and hands, and started on a new garment. Choosing the delicate inner flower petals. Not wanting to wait to sow with the sunlight.

The green oasis seemed ever so small, as she needed to risk sowing a two colored dress. Hoping the yellow skirt would at least try to curl into her red top, when the sunlight would touch it. Still with no queen to watch over her, she could use the top as mini dress.

Naughty thoughts were washed away with the red glow telling the sun was yawning. Trying to wake up, and she needed to move. Again darting from tree to tree she flew more or less the same direction as she had before.

A swarm of flies on a familiar smell made her change direction. A pile of dead flowers could mean something in this barren place. Circled around it, but only after discarding it, and flying over the big stone hill, did she saw the caged flowers.

Had seen the wingless in the metal boulders, so concluded a similar boundary between her and the abundance in flowers. Weaved herself an hideout in a close by hedge. Thinking it worth to wait some time, and finally got rewarded.

A wingless female came and opened a cave in the stone hill. She hesitated too long, but the female disappeared only for a little while, as soon a bigger entrance opened into the flower cave, and she started to move the flowers, placing them outside in the fresh air. This time she was ready. Jumping when the guardian's back was turned.