Chrysalis

Not long after the Eldest had departed the colony, Cobalt stood in the Queens chamber watching the small Aphid Queen amble about under the watchful eye of his mother. Another ridiculous, unheard of practice, brought to life with a seeming absence of effort at the hands of the first of their kind.

The Eldest puzzled the Council of twenty, as the first hatchling of Formica Sapiens were beginning of think of themselves. Respect and deference was due to the Eldest by the simple nature of seniority, not to mention the conditioned fear that had been beaten into them over their whirlwind 'training'.

Even so, the Eldest puzzled them. So often engaged in thoughts and actions that seemed to have no place within an ant mind. Supposedly the twenty were of the same species, but they would never have dreamed of engineering an entire breed of … cattle?

And yet it was such an elegant solution to a problem they hadn't even realised they had. A sustainable, constant source of Biomass which they could completely control. The colony would determine how many aphids were created and the colony would deploy them as they wished. The only limiting factor was the available space within the expanse below them.

It wouldn't be a problem for long, Cobalt felt confident the colony would soon extend their grasp out to encompass further expanses. If those others included sufficient plant life for the aphids to feed on then their population could be grown to allow the harvest to continue in those places also.

Lost in his thoughts, Cobalt didn't notice the young aphid Queen approach him. With a start he realised the small green insect was looking at him appealingly, it's antennae waving to tap into his own.

"She's hungry" the Queen's voice sounded from above and Cobalt turned to see her looking down on him.

"Mother, it's wonderful to see you so cheerful" he said.

By a strange twist of the Dungeon, the Queen was no longer the eldest of their kind and thus technically no longer the leader of the colony, a position reserved for the Eldest, who didn't seem to want it, except when they did. Irrespective of this, the Queen, as mother to all the members of the colony, received the devotion and adoration of every worker. To see her tending her new pet with such cheer brought joy to every ant who saw it.

admit I quite enjoy having a pet of my own. Obviously my children bring me

in the Queen's chamber were rotated on a regular

were to ask for them to

our work for the colony,

scouting, planning, getting ready to commence their hunting forays into the Dungeon. The young queens were helping with the training of the current crop of hatchlings, along with the mages and healers. Already the training process of

they had uncovered and utilising the inspiration the Eldest had gifted them with to push their understanding of their role to greater heights, Even if they weren't able to craft pets for the colony yet, it was only

Whereas the Carvers…

Cobalt sighed heavily.

sombre mood even as she directed several workers

purpose within the colony. What exactly is the work that I

endless supply. There is digging, teaching, tending to the brood, hunting. For what reason are you unable to fund

I can't find a task to do, Mother, but rather what task is for me alone. When the Eldest designed our siblings it was clear what work they were

front legs, thinner, more mobile and articulate than those of

mutations to fight on the backline. I have not the Will for spellcraft, not the tending instincts for brood rearing and not the healing gland

the advantages of your

it

than most others, but not faster. My forelegs are more mobile and I can move them like this" this was demonstrated by raising them in

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