Oliver’s hive was incredibly small. His specific type of field fairy resided in groups built for survival. But they had to fly away from their territory for food or to mate with other fairies outside of their group. He landed on a flower, covered in pollen, tired from flying so far. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus was bathing in the sun, letting his wings soak in them. He was comfortable, enjoying being lazy. He often acted as a kind of bee for the flowers as well, since a lot of pollen got stuck to him whenever he crawled into the blossoms of flowers.
He looked up when he could feel some pollen land on him, curious what was on a higher flower. He could see the magic of another fairy.
“Hello”, he greeted with a smile.

“That sounds great! Thank you!”, Markus smiled brightly, very happy. He could use some help. Normally he spend more than half of his day just going through the flowers, talking with them, getting nectar and spreading their pollen. The rest of the day was spend making sure there were no weeds growing in and around his field, and no weed fairies in sight. He didn’t feel like getting his magic sucked out of him after all.