Kukka, the unmatched

"Oh... hello."
Comes a leisurely yawn from the middle of the giant flower, there's a face there. Its speech soft, like a slow, lazy summer breeze.
"Oh, I just finished listening to Madam.....ehmm... Come again"
A bee is swirling and diving in front of the face in complex patterns.
....Madam Summersly of the Longcreek bottom-Measureless poppyfields hive. She's their new envoy and says you have brought new flowers to her land. She tells me her queen enjoys them greatly."
Amidst the buzzing of dozens of bees coming and going, the petals of the giant flower bristle and sway gently with the breeze.
"Oh... I do love the bees, such communicative sort. I think a blessing is in order for you."
May your years be graced with beauty. I have deemed it so, Kukka the unmatched, the god of flowers."