Spring was a nice season. The cold depths of winter passed away and gave way to the rebirth of many plants. The insects returned from, seemingly, nowhere. Birdsong was common and flowers began to bloom in their vibrant and spectacular ways. Some of these insects were pollinators, those that carried the pollen from those blooming flowers for their own needs and wound up helping the plants as well. One such a creature was the bumblebee. They were one of the more common species of bees that fluttered around in the springtime to search for sustenance and, inadvertently, pollinate the plants that they visited. They did tend to bumble about, fluttering from plant to plant in search of food. Harmless, with no stinger on their body like most bees tended to be associated with. Fuzzy as well - or perhaps hairy was just as equal a term to use in such an instance.

By no means was Nuzapa a bee. She looked like one for certain with her segmented body, colorations, and extreme amounts of fluff. But she knew she was a dragon, but she also liked the lifestyle that her bee like appearance gave her. She was way bigger than any bee could hope to be. Bee was also a shorter term than 'dragon', wasn't it? Less syllables, far easier for her to say. Nuzapa had problems with pronunciation, but that was where her one power came in. She could simply mold what she said after she'd said it so that it sounded correct. Lots of time had been spent achieving such a feat when bees didn't even communicate in such a way, and the dragons and other creatures she came across tended to not give her exact feedback when she practiced. The dragon found herself venturing a bit further than normal. It wasn't hard to do such a thing, her void eyes only able to see things that moved. A constant ushering of a breeze helped, but Nuzapa really wanted to see if finally, finally venturing far enough from the flower fields that she'd lived in for ages would grant her what she sought for most.

Bumbling into a tree halted the dragon's process. Her eyes lifted up, noting the branches swaying with the faintest of breezes. Where, exactly, she was happened to be uncertain to her. Nuzapa's wings buzzed slightly, moving from their position resting near her back. Lost she was, head tipping a little. "Oh, dear," she chattered, feeling strange using her voice as it wasn't quite common for her. That was were the slightest of manipulation of the air came in, allowing her to form her words better and make up for the lack of moving mouth parts. "Tha's probably a lotta trees." She moved closer to one, nudging it with a leg. Quite sturdy, not that she could quite tell what kind of tree it was - or the kinds of trees point blank. Her antennae stretched forward, tapping against the bark gently. Lost was the dragon, but she didn't have anywhere else to be at the time. Sheer luck allowed for the dragon to not get caught or trapped due to her movement based sight, or perhaps the fact that she'd been buzzing along through the air until bumping into something halted her after she'd started moving along again.

There was a lot of moving parts, Nuzapa noticed after a couple seconds. Lots that hadn't been there a few moments ago. No breeze was really required when they all showed up together, making it sort of hard for the dragon to tell where one creature ended and the other began. Not that such a thing was really all that important. The bee dropped herself down from where she'd been fluttering along, landing a little rough but nothing absurd. The ground was hard to see most of the time to the dragon that could only see with movement. Antennae stretched forward, wriggling, and jagged feet moved her a little bit closer. "Name Nuzapa," she cheerily said, raising up her head. One voice, was all of those moving bits just one creature? She wriggles in an absent manner, not finding it suitable to be still. She figured everyone saw like her, the shining outlines that came from movement. "Was lookin' round mostly," she then adds on. Tanglewood? What a funny and unique word.

Her antennae curled back towards herself from where they had begun stretching forward, as if trying to feel for something. "Lotta trees," she then re-confirms, swinging her fluffy head to one of the trees that she had just had the luxury of bumping into. Such a feat hadn't been hard. Getting trees to move so she could see them, even with the ability to create a breeze, was quite the hard task. Not that Nuzapa was skilled with her sole power due to the lack of practice and practicality, but the bee did her best to not bumble into things. Some weren't all that forgiving when she happened to buzz right into them. When the question of where she came from was asked, the bee continued wriggling, antennae then twitching. "From there. Kinda far," she answers. Shuffling on her feet allows her to flick her antennae in the way that she came. She figured such was a good answer.

Nuzapa's void like eyes moved due to her head pivoting. "Is hatchling? Sound hatchling." She briefly inquires, wings briefly buzzing as she pivoted back to face the.. one? Two? Two voices, so there had to just be two people present. A hatchling, and maybe the parent? Parents didn't really matter in the motherly bee's eyes, just the well being of the youth. Not that she'd had any of her own - not in a long time, at least. Such equally didn't matter to Nuzapa. She wriggles again, antennae again stretching forward before relaxing once again. "Very far. Looking new places. To stay." She then elaborates, her pronunciation faltering somewhat. 'Looking', such a long word to the bee, one that warranted the ever slightest of awkwardness from her equally as awkward method of helping her speech be heard.