Difficult problem.

There was so much it was not. It felt shapes in its mind; the ghosts of connections. It felt sculpted angles and composite steel; a strength it could rely on to undo the wicked - an atrophied muscle, a missing arm. It felt a fine leather and a golden beak; a dance of fingers that knew how to heal hurt - a hand trapped in an iron glove. It felt leather and oxygen and all of the world's horrors washing off its skin; an alien nobility that knew how to lead the way - lost and hungry, holding the torch alight even still.

This was not a problem it could solve with honey.

/Considerations > 01
Is it a problem at all?

No. No, Ailee had a problem, but the Angel of the Harvest did not. It held no grudges and the particular state of human politics had never had much bearing on its own directives -

[i]Until they did.[/i]

Stop that. Unhelpful. Solace is unavailable, do not emulate it. There is a far more straightforwards goal here, one achievable given your current assets, that will be satisfying to your own state of curiosity and skillset.

"I am going to climb it," said Harvest. It already was inside its mind; tracking the flow and rhythm of roots and branch and wrinkles in skin. An encompassing, blinding desire; a practical expression of skill and strength wielded, an urge to kiss that distant wrinkled head and learn the magic of a world renewed from its height. The sorcerers who had created this beast had eclipsed its own creators; it was a god the likes of which Harvest had not even aspired to be. Perhaps if it was lucky, Sandra would allow it to learn from it for a while.