Chrysalis

“Support might be weakening for the Labourer candidate after his new policy proposal landed flat yesterday. People weren’t happy with the idea of using the ants as farm animals. Unsurprising. This is interesting: apparently, there’s been a late surge by a new group,” Enid mused as she read over the pamphlet that had been delivered that morning.

“I cannot believe how quickly you got that organised,” Terrence muttered as he poured tea for the two of them. “Where did you even source the ink?”

“The Colony was able to facilitate a trade with one of the underground cities that they manage. The whole thing was above board.”

“And your enchanted printing press? I suppose you purchased that for the market price?”

Enid had the grace to look abashed.

“I have to admit, I didn’t expect something like that to appear. The ants were curious about the concept of mass printing, and I told them how I believed it was done. I could hardly expect they’d drop a completely finished press on the doorstep two days later.”

“You did have a rather amusing expression on your face, as I recall.”

“Oh hush and pass the tea. Thank you.”

“The real question is if they’ll be able to adapt the technology to mass print their scent writing. If so, then they’ll be able to produce books, libraries, and whole repositories of knowledge.”

“A golden age of ant information sharing?” Enid said. “Come to think of it, this could be the perfect time for them to take up such technology. They’re getting more and more spread out as they expand, pretty soon, a crafter on one side of the Colony will never meet one on the other. Being able to share information will be critical.”

“And you just happened to introduce them to the idea right when they might need it,” Terrence rolled his eyes.

“Not everything I do is part of some grand scheme,” the old woman huffed as she sipped from her fine cup. “Sometimes it's just an accident.”

“Fine.”

first pitched the idea to young Matthew about putting out some writing about the election. It was important to educate the people on what was happening, and he’d been just the person to get the ball

the goings on around town and the election. Likely, the pace would

be a printing mogul in retiring

a late surge then?”

Well Rested Alliance,” Enid

can probably guess

something to do with

Renewal is already the most rested place I’ve ever seen! Even the tavern closes early. What further policies can they possibly

former secretary over the edge

she warned him. “They’ll come for you if you aren’t

Read me a

fall into their shadowy clutches. It wasn’t even what they did, that was downright helpful, it was their unnerving and uncanny ability to be everywhere and nowhere at the same

Alliance is not interested in forcing

raised his brows

“They aren’t?”

She sipped her tea. “They want to make

“Path’s mercy,” he groaned.

Enid laughed.

they can be even more certain that the proper number of eight has been achieved. They worry about ‘sevens’, people who are

“How dreadful.”