Chrysalis

Chapter 599

[So your people are called… the Folks?]

[Folk.]

[The Folk?]

[Yes.]

[So… The Folk?]

[That is correct.]

[Is that like… a nickname, or a translation thing? Or is it just… The Folk?]

So far, the wolf-like guy has been placid, a cold yet calm air of dignity surrounding him. For some reason, after my repeated questions, a crack begins to show in his façade.

[Our people are collectively known as the Folk. It is a name we chose for ourselves, hundreds of years ago and it remains our name today,] he says shortly.

[Right. It's just…]

[Just what?]

of anger in his eyes causes me to

if I could name my community whatever I wanted to, I'd for sure, call it The Folk. If it wasn't taken, I mean.

don't like

it's

mask of calm discipline, [your thoughts belong to you and you are worthy of them. Nonetheless, the name of our people does not change, we should move past

that some sort of dig? Big words

of my siblings already, Coolant would have explained to

nods, his

This Coolant, was quite respectful. I enjoyed my conversations with her. For one so young, she possessed a settled and insightful mind. I had wondered if all of your kind were similar,

I agree, [if you want some more peaceful, relaxing and well-mannered conversation, you should talk

as if trying to determine my intentions. Good luck trying to get a read on an ant, buddy. We don't even have a face, it's all bones on the outside. We can tell quite a bit about each other's state of mind just by watching antennae, the more subtle cues of the stance and of

look forward to speaking with this… Vibrant. I hope that the exchange will result in mutual

you two have names, or would you rather I continue to refer to you

curved, more like claws than human fingernails. The hands are also larger than what a human might have. Perhaps that's just a trait of this individual, but I suspect that it might be a common trend amongst the wolf-like folks. The girl, who has remained silent to this point, is certainly much shorter than he is, and much more delicate. Her fur is snowy white, and her features much

dramatic effect, just to remind me that our 'relationship' such as it is, began when we abducted them in the Dungeon, [for now, you may call me Grey, and you may

of their fur? Seems a bit… simple? Also, she's his apprentice? Were

a naming sense as the Colony? I mean, it's not like my own naming sense is particularly good, just take a look at the council for an example of that. My own poor sense seems to have been adopted by them to an almost absurd degree and spread throughout my family. It's nice to

Grey, White, nice to meet you. You can

my glittering carapace and I can't help but feel proud of my splendid shininess. You could

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