The Hornet and the Hollyhock

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The Hornet and the Hollyhock

An Inquiry into Nalfein Symbolism and Subtle Lore

In the wake of the Sea Elf War, as Ta'Nalfein reeled from both shared grief and sharpened self-preservation, new symbols took root amid the scarred soil. These emblems carried quiet significance, often spoken through gardens, courtly embroidery, and the patterns of public gesture. Among them, the hollyhock rose tall and conspicuous. Favored for its height and fragrance, the blossom was said to aggravate the senses of certain demons, encouraging them to wander away. Whether apocryphal or true, its planting near thresholds and walls became a ritual not of beauty alone, but of unseen defense and memory. In the preservation of life, the hollyhock found purpose. In the preservation of dignity, it found a lasting place in Nalfein hearts.

It was only natural that another presence found kinship among the blooms. Hornets, keen-eyed and territorial, favored the tubular hollows of the hollyhock for shelter and as vantage points to guard their territory. With their paper nests swaying like pendulums beneath the canopy of blossoms, they stood as unspoken sentries. Their arrival was not cultivated but a consequence. Yet their symbolism was twined closely to the flower's, encompassing defense, pain, vigilance, and unflinching reprisal.

This document explores both the hollyhock and the hornet, separately and together, through the lens of Nalfein tradition, folklore, and layered meaning. First the flower, then the sting.

The Hollyhock

Of Lore and Botanical Truth

Some would argue that the hollyhock is one of Kuon's gifts, citing its historic use in poultices applied to the inflamed hock of a horse. This etymological link, paired with the plant's known soothing properties, has made the tale persistent among herbalists and country healers. Others claim that the hollyhock is kin to true holly, pointing to the towering spires of its blossoms as floral analogs to holly's pointed leaves. Scholars rarely offer such comparisons, dismissing both stories as appealing but unfounded. In truth, the hollyhock belongs to the mallow family, and it thrives along the slow-moving rivers and damp soils of Ta'Nalfein's interior. The land's long summers and humid mists provide ideal growing conditions, allowing the plant to reach its full height and potency.

Botanically, the hollyhock is a tall, upright perennial with a sturdy central stalk that may exceed six feet in height. Its leaves are broad and roughly lobed, often soft to the touch and covered in fine, downy hairs. The flowers bloom in whorls along the upper stem, opening in succession from base to tip. Each blossom has five overlapping petals, forming a flared, tubular shape that narrows at the throat. Coloration varies by cultivar but often includes soft pinks, pale yellows, deep purples, and near-black hues, with some displaying variegated centers. Beneath the surface, the roots are thick and mucilaginous, a quality prized in poultices and infusions. The plant's scent is subtle and herbaceous with a sharp floral edge that, according to post-war folklore, irritates the senses of certain demonic entities.

While ornamental in appearance, the hollyhock is also valued for its resilience. It reseeds readily, clings to stone walls, and grows with vigor even in partially shaded conditions. To the Nalfein, who so often prize elegance entwined with utility, the hollyhock is more than a garden staple. It is a quiet defender, a symbol of survival, and a lingering echo of the dark tides that once swept near their shores.

The Hornet

Elegance with Edge

Cousin to the wasp and rival to the bee, the hornet is an often overlooked but potent pollinator. Its movements are precise, its form streamlined and striking, and its sting both painful and purposeful. Among the Nalfein, who are known to admire poise balanced by capability, the hornet holds a particular reverence. Its beauty is not ornamental, but efficient. Its presence, when earned rather than assumed, is both a boon and a warning.

Parallels between the hornet and the courts of Ta'Nalfein are not difficult to draw. Both are ruled by unseen hierarchies. Both move in silence until provoked. And both exact their due with surgical resolve when offended. Where the bee may be coaxed by scent and the wasp distracted by bait, the hornet arrives only when it chooses and departs when it is done. No courtier of the Nalfein would expect loyalty from such a creature, only respect born of distance.

Once, on the upper banks of the Delonvyr, a perfumer renowned for distilling floral tinctures dared to cultivate hornets in the manner of bees. Hoping to draw them into gentle attendance of his fragrant gardens, he constructed imitation nests of paper and lacquer, hung with fragrant herbs and dusted with powdered resins. At first, the hornets came, tasting the blossoms and tracing the edges of the property. But they soon grew wary. Abandoning the gardens, they left behind sentries who would sting the perfumer each time he ventured to tempt their queens again. In time, he was forced to not only shutter his craft hall but to abandon the land itself. The hornets had claimed it. His trespass had been noted, and his lesson made permanent.

From that tale, often recited with quiet amusement in salons and letters, a common saying has taken root:  Such is the way of hornets. Do not raise ire in them. Do not mold them to your way of thinking. Do not attempt to take advantage of them.

To some, the hornet also symbolizes determination and spiritual awakening. The sting it delivers is not simply punishment but a sharp reminder of boundaries, of will, and of presence. Where it flies, it carries not just purpose but insight, however painful that might be. Among certain seers and diviners, the appearance of a hornet is considered a signal that the truth one seeks may not be gentle.

Roughly as long as the average elven index finger, the hornet's form is a study in lethal refinement. Its head is broad and angular, with strong mandibles capable of shredding both prey and petals. Compound eyes dominate its face, granting it a near-constant awareness of movement and light. Its body narrows into a smooth waist and expands again into a tapered abdomen, striped in warning. Only the females carry stingers, and they do not use them idly. The sting is not barbed as with bees, but smooth and capable of being delivered multiple times without harm to the hornet.

Their nests are crafted from chewed plant fiber, shaped into a paper-like structure that grows in layered tiers. These pendulous hives are suspended in the high limbs of trees or tucked into the eaves of secluded spaces, expanding as the colony strengthens. Inside, each hornet has a role. Most serve, some guard, and only one leads. The queen, mother to the entire colony, is the sole survivor of winter. When the season turns cold, all others perish. In spring, she emerges alone, carrying memory in muscle and instinct in bone, ready to begin again.

So too are the courts of Ta'Nalfein ruled by endurance shaped through quiet succession. Beneath the silk and civility lies a structure just as rigid and unforgiving. Courtiers, like hornets, are trained to observe, to assess, and to strike with precision. Their beauty has purpose. Their words, like stings, are measured, repeatable, and rarely wasted. Within the court, all move in deference to a queen whose reign has endured for generations, an indomitable presence shaped by will, caution, and the unerring memory of power.

To know hornets is to understand restrained power, beauty sharpened by necessity, and the refusal to be molded by anything but one's own will.

The Pairing of Hollyhock and Hornet

Signals in Bloom and Stone

In the courts of Ta'Nalfein, where every glance may carry weight and silence often speaks louder than words, few symbols convey as much layered meaning as the pairing of the hollyhock and the hornet. Once merely coincidental companions in the garden, they have become a favored cipher in political and social signaling. When combined in attire, whether affixed to the lapel as a boutonniere or woven into a corsage, these two elements serve as subtle declarations of intent, allegiance, or resistance.

On days of significant deliberation, courtiers may arrive adorned with fresh hollyhock blooms, their long-throated blossoms chosen carefully for hue and form. Each is anchored by a jeweled hornet, crafted from semi-precious or rare stones and worn as a pin, clasp, or discreet charm. Some display these openly, while others conceal them beneath folds of fabric, allowing only those with trained eyes and practiced awareness to see. To mistake them for simple ornamentation is an error rarely made twice. Among those with experience, their presence is never assumed to be decorative.

Color pairings between flower and stone are chosen with deliberate care. Each combination carries implications, and interpretation requires a subtle understanding of both context and history. The meanings outlined below are the most commonly accepted across the court, though variation does exist between regions and social circles.

Common Hollyhock and Hornet Pairings

Hollyhock Color	Hornet Gemstone	Meaning
Pale Yellow	Amber	Caution and watchfulness, uncertain support
Deep Crimson	Garnet	Full commitment to action, with readiness to retaliate
Lavender	Amethyst	Moral or philosophical support, often tied to long-held values
White	Moonstone	Public neutrality while privately observing for advantage
Blush Pink	Rose Quartz	Personal loyalty, not necessarily tied to political aims
Near Black	Obsidian	Quiet opposition, preparing to withdraw or act through other means
Gold-Streaked	Citrine	Newly gained influence and the formation of fresh alliances
Variegated (Striped)	Banded Agate	Conflicted loyalties or an intent to deceive through ambiguity

These subtle signals allow factions to communicate intent without words. When outnumbered or when the direction of a vote becomes clear, individuals may withdraw from proceedings without confrontation or disgrace. The wisdom lies in knowing when the court is with you and when it is not. Just as the hornet strikes only when provoked, the Nalfein courtier acts only when the outcome is favorable.

It is equally important to understand that neither the hollyhock nor the hornet is always obvious in these arrangements. A jeweled hornet may be worn beneath the edge of a cuff, concealed beneath a sash, or hidden in the folds of a layered collar. A hollyhock may appear only as an embroidered motif stitched into lining, or be suggested by the faintest trace of perfume. These clues are meant to be found only by those who know to look. In Ta'Nalfein, awareness is not a skill. It is a necessity.

In the Nest of Stories

Fables for the Young of Mind and Court

From an early age, Nalfein children are steeped in lessons that teach not only elegance and grace but discernment, silence, and the measure of strength. Among the favored teachings are a series of tales told from the perspective of the young hornet queen. Though fanciful, these stories are carried with seriousness, spoken in quiet voices by tutors and older siblings, and passed down through the folds of memory and tradition. Each tale offers more than simple amusement. Within them are truths carried in wings and whispers.

The Garden of False Flowers

The young queen hornet awakens early, drawn from her sleep before the spring has fully stretched its arms. Alone and curious, she begins to wander and finds herself in a garden unlike any she has ever known. Its petals shine without flaw, its scents hang thick and honeyed in the air, and a gentle butterfly greets her with words as light as its wings. The garden, he says, is a place of peace, built just for her.

Yet as the queen explores, her senses begin to tug at her. The blossoms do not bend when touched. The wind carries no change in fragrance. There is no nectar, only scent. Testing one bloom, she finds it hollow and dry, crafted from paper and painted dye. Realizing the deceit, she leaves the garden behind but not unmarked. A single hornet remains, hidden in shadow. It waits with sting in place, ensuring the lesson is not forgotten.

Lesson: Appearances may be crafted, but truth has weight.

The Bloom That Spoke Too Loudly

In a sun-drenched meadow, a tall hollyhock sways with pride, telling all who pass of its power. "I drive away demons," it boasts, petals lifting with vanity. "None dare linger near me." Nearby, the young hornet queen watches, quiet and still, her nest newly built in the shadow of the flower. She says nothing, only listens as the bloom grows louder with each breeze.

When danger comes, it does not falter before the hollyhock's scent. A shadow stirs, winged and wicked, drifting close despite the flower's claims. The queen hornet rises then, swift and silent, striking once before the threat retreats. The bloom is hushed afterward, petals drooping in shame. The hornet returns to her nest, saying nothing. The garden, now quiet, does not forget.

Lesson: Strength does not always speak first.

The Queen and the Hollow Reed

When spring breaks across the riverbanks, the young queen awakens and begins her search for a place to build. She finds a tall reed, graceful and golden, its hollow stem singing softly in the breeze. "Build here," it hums, "for I bend with the wind and dance with the light." Tempted by its beauty and easy song, the queen begins to settle, placing the first strands of her nest beneath its curve.

But the next morning, a storm passes, and she watches the reed sway and twist, its base soaked and shaking. The song is gone, replaced by the rasp of waterlogged roots. Nearby, a cypress stands motionless, thick-barked and unadorned. The queen leaves the reed without a word and builds within the cypress's steady arms. Her nest endures the season. Her daughters know no collapse.

Lesson: Words are not shelter. Look twice before settling.

The Feast of Too Many Voices

Invited to a meadow feast, the young queen hornet arrives among butterflies, bees, and wasps. Each takes a turn advising her. "Flit like me," says the butterfly, showing off its dance. "Work like me," says the bee, drawing circles over pollen. "Strike when you like," says the wasp, stinging a stem for amusement. They crowd her with chatter and charm, offering her seats, scents, and songs.

The queen listens, never interrupting. She eats little and speaks less. Before dusk, she rises without flourish and departs the feast. The others watch her go, confused by her silence. By the next moon, she has built her own nest at the edge of the forest, surrounded by blooms of her choosing. None of the others follow, though all remember her exit.

Lesson: The queen listens, but follows her own shape.

In Word and Warning

Common Proverbs of Hollyhock and Hornet

Among the courtiers of Ta'Nalfein, speech is as much performance as it is conveyance. A phrase may mean one thing to a stranger and quite another to those trained in the layered language of the land. Of the many symbolic pairings adopted into the local idiom, few have endured with such sharp clarity as those drawn from the hollyhock and the hornet. These plants and creatures are spoken of often, their qualities woven into proverbs meant to instruct, to veil, or to threaten with a smile.

"First the flower, then the sting."
Often used as both a caution and a strategy, this phrase implies that gentleness, beauty, or calm may be followed by pain, reprisal, or truth. It is sometimes said in warning to a guest who forgets that civility does not equal submission, or by a teacher who begins a lesson in kindness before revealing its more difficult core. In political dealings, it serves as a reminder that presentation may precede precision, and no smile should be mistaken for weakness.

"No nest is empty if the queen has not flown."
This proverb refers to lingering danger. Even when a matter seems resolved or an adversary appears absent, if the queen has not been seen to depart, the threat remains. It is often used in moments of negotiation or after a political retreat, hinting that what appears finished is far from over.

"The hollyhock leans where it is welcomed, never where it is needed."
A commentary on the selective nature of protection and favor, this saying speaks to the reality that some protections are not given freely to the vulnerable, but to the favored. It is spoken in criticism of those who align themselves with safety after others have done the fighting, or who seek prestige without loyalty.

"He wore the hornet but forgot the bloom."
Said of someone who moves too aggressively without laying the proper foundation, this phrase mocks those who demand results before earning a position. It is a reminder that even the most fearsome must enter softly or risk losing control before the moment is right.

"A petal hides a dozen wings."
Used to suggest that beauty often conceals power, this phrase is particularly common in courtship, espionage, and any conversation where appearances belie influence. It is sometimes whispered in salons when a minor noble unexpectedly alters the direction of a vote or reshapes a conversation with few words.

These phrases, well-worn and carefully placed, act as signals in conversation, much like the corsages and boutonnieres that echo them in form. To know them is not simply to understand the court but to survive within it. Where the hollyhock grows, a hornet is never far behind.

Closing Reflections

To walk the shaded paths of Ta'Nalfein is to understand that nothing lives in isolation. The hollyhock may bloom with grace, but it does so in the company of watchful wings. The hornet may strike with precision, but only after quiet observation beneath the leaf. Together, they embody the essence of Nalfein tradition: beauty with consequence, restraint with force, silence with warning. Whether worn upon the breast, spoken through proverb, or whispered through tale, the pairing remains. In every garden, in every court, in every careful step, first the flower, then the sting.

OOC Information/Notes

• Created by GM Thandiwe, April 2025