Chrysalis

Morrelia was tired. There were many reasons for a person in the village to be tired. Construction had continued unabated since the threat of the horde had faded for one. The militia had not relented in their training and practice either, which consumed a lot of energy. Small scale Dungeon delves still took place every day, much safer now than when the wave had been underway and that required coordinating and supervision.

There were rescue teams being sent out constantly also. Morrelia knew that she and Anthony hadn't managed to find everyone in the kingdom who might have been hiding from the ravenous beasts, there were sure to be more out there and many members of the village had volunteered to go out to search. Perhaps they hoped to find family members or friends who might have survived, it hardly mattered. This required coordination, administrative effort and a heck of a lot of oversight.

None of which came easy, and obviously that didn't help Morrelia's energy levels. But mostly, she was tired because of Isaac.

"Well 'ello there spicy lady. What might 'ave you lookin' so magnificent today?"

"By the Legion."

Morrelia groaned and clapped a hand over her eyes to shield them from the pain.

"Isaac. Not again," she growled.

She took her hand away to reveal the man in question, leaning against her door frame, a broad grin on his face and a plate of hot breakfast in one hand.

"The roar of the tigress does nothin' to dampen this Lion's ardour."

"They aren't even… you know what? I don't care. Give me the food."

She snatched the plate out of his hand and shouldered past him eliciting a grunt that the lower levelled man tried to contain. Morrelia didn't notice and kept walking, shovelling the much needed meal into her mouth. She had no idea who had managed to start making fresh bread but in her opinion, that person needed a church more than Anthony did. If he could eat regular food, she had a feeling the ant might agree. She couldn't imagine he reacted well to seeing the church being built. She'd asked Enid about it and the older woman had been cagey, which told Morrelia all she needed to know.

"I just want to go one day without having to punch you," she spoke to the air.

But sure enough, Isaac was right behind her.

"I thought those were love taps!" She could feel the muck-eating grin on his face, even without having to turn around.

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busy, I'd get my blades and hack you to pieces. Why are you trying so hard to piss a

of yer passion are burnin' out of

"FINE!"

she whirled around, plate gripped in two hands and

later she was with Enid in

"It's not like the ant healers pay us a

"I know," Morrelia sighed.

days in a

know! How is this my fault, by the

her pen down and stared

Legion trainee. One of you

or to hunt for survivors. Let me go to the city and see if the Legion force

hand and pinched the bridge of her nose. There was so much damn work. They'd managed to get a paper press together, goodness knows how, and she had seized on the opportunity to start documenting everything, as a good merchant would. A census was done, followed by an inventory then they'd had to start drafting

of course there was the trickly of survivors that were coming in. The search parties had been successful, which meant more

it all got done, Enid had no idea and she was the only person who knew everything that was going

"Enid, you need help."

She snapped, only to find Morrelia looking

who can help shoulder the load. There's too much going on

Enid sighed.

little. "I've known that for ages. I could run my merchant house by myself, but this is bigger. I just… If I start bringing in more

is the mayor to fall flat on her face from

tired if our strongest warrior wasn't knocking out the

I don't' think it'll be as bad as you suspect. The people here are united. I've never seen anything like it. Besides, the ants are watching

"Maybe you're right."