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Hunny was so totally enveloped by her work that she saw only bees and flowers. She took the quill from her ink pot and dabbed off a few drops of excess ink before she scratched down another observation. As she lay there, still except for her shorthand notes, more and more bees returned, pollen baskets full almost to the bursting. She made an interested sound, taking note of enhanced productivity. "Are you stock piling? What for?" She furrowed her brow deeply and chewed on the quill for a moment before scribbling down a hypothesis. "There are no... predatory nests... in the area," she mused. Maybe if I took a few home with me, I know how to set up a hive... it shouldn't be that hard... Thoughts buzzed about her head almost as fervently as the bees she studied.
She looked up and around for neighboring hives. Maybe they were storing in a sort of arms race. The unmistakable pink frayed her nerves almost instantly. Really, it wasn't the mare personally, it was the fact that she was another living being. Hunny much preferred her solitude, with only the bees to invoke her questions. The reason was simple, bees were fairly easy to understand. They tended the queen, fed the babies, collected pollen, and made honey as food. Soquili, however, were much more complicated. There were no definite answers as to their motives. Still, she held her tongue and turned back to her work. "Don't disturb the bees," was her only, almost whispered remark.

Hunny laughed without mirth. "That's a myth. Bees, at least Honeybees, are very passive creatures. However, just like any other life form, they will react violently if they or their home is threatened. Other wise if you establish yourself as a non-threat to them they will ignore you." She took another note and sighed, "Yellow Jackets, however, are right nasty pieces of work. I stay away from them. Honeybees, however, are not mean. They are just workers. In fact, they literally work until they die. They never rest. And they have their work cut out for them." Another note and another observation. "The plants, trees, grasses, none of the vegetation would exist if the honeybees didn't pollinate the earth. That's why it's such a serious crisis that they're disappearing." She glanced at Sherbert, considering her for a moment while she chewed on her quill.
"Well... as long as you stay calm, I see no reason why you can't. I could use an assistant anyway." She sighed, scribbling down another note. "Learning is a good habit to keep up," she finished, scratching something out with a furrowed brow. "No, no that's preposterous... then why... stress? From what?" She looked back up at the hive, the thing now buzzing with activity, as it were.

Hunny nodded gently. "Indeed. The reason all things grow and bloom is due to the pollination the bee's do. In order to create the honey that they eat they have to collect pollon from flowers. They mix that with their saliva to create a sugary syrup." She scratched down another note as more pollon-laden bees arrived at the hive. "Recently, however, they have been dying out. It's called Colony Collapse Syndrome. I can't see what though... there's no reason to why. That's why I'm studying them, to try and find out why, maybe save them. If they die, the plants die. Then we die, then those who feed on us die. Then the bug who feed on the meat eaters die. Then there is nothing left. Bees are the catalyst for life, Sherbet." Her eyes grew glassy as she spoke about her passion, putting her quill down to draw back into her mind.