NotBees

You look up to see an endlessly swirling mass of black and white, each of her six wings working in tandem. NotBees’ greeting is brief; she pauses long enough to make eye contact, but no more. She seems to be always moving, always going someplace else.
You ask about her family, for she is one of the eldest of the clan. Her eyes grow misty, and she says in little more than a whisper. “I do not remember. Do not ask me such things.”
You clarify that you meant her current family, and her expression grows bright again. She regales you with a tale about her mate, Bees, and another about her four children; it appears that she could go on all day, and you figure it would be best to leave before she really takes off (both literally and figuratively)
A tiny forest nymph can be seen hiding within the folds of her black and white hood, and around the nymph swirl clouds of small golden bees- You can hear them buzzing softly behind you as you exit.