[One intrepid bee scout floats over to rest on Myr's hair as he crosses to the bench. He's a moment considering the sound as Hector seats himself before taking the space beside the sheep--carefully, reaching out a hand to feel for it before he does so.]

Mmhm! At least, not for the same reasons we do--as a, a marker, a signifier that we carry with us throughout our lives, to make us stand out from everyone else. They do have ways of referring to each other, but it's more like how I've heard the Qun to be--each bee is known for what she does, and it changes, day to day.

The hive has a name, though. [His excitement, his joy in all of this is brilliantly clear in his smile.]