Chrysalis

Negotiations were always a delicate matter. There were many things to consider, after all. What was culturally and economically acceptable to both sides? What did each side want from the other? It was around these things that discussions would focus.

The first thing Eran Umizan needed to discern was what it was the Colony desired.

“Do they need food?”

Clearly, they had an interest in foodstuffs, as evidenced by the tea and scones. There was a brief consultation.

“They don’t,” Irisod told her. “Apparently, they grow all of their own food. Their own sugar, wheat, tea leaves and everything else they consume in large quantities. For satisfying their hunger, they generally use Biomass or… aphids? I’m not sure what those are.”

Interesting.

“We can negotiate a price for access to our gates?” she suggested. “Would they be interested in discussing terms for such an agreement?”

The price would be hideously expensive, of course. If you couldn’t make your own gates, then you were at the mercy of whoever was in a position to offer you access to one.

An ant entered with another tray covered in delectable-looking slices of layered cake, each topped with a twirl of pink cream. Eran’s brow went up as the tray was carefully placed before her, and another was distributed amongst her retinue.

Again, no poison.

“I thought they were short on supplies?” she asked her Court Mage, quietly.

“Apparently, they just developed their own gate.”

“What? When?”

“Just now.”

“As in…?”

during this

thing they used

bring us

as clearly defined as if cut by a razor. On closer inspection, she could see glistening fruits embedded in each section, strawberries in

It was delicious.

food,” she said, then turned and glared at

it in a most un-decorous manner. The girl flushed under the withering glare of her mother

as she now knew they preferred to be called, were an interesting case. They didn’t want what most she negotiated with

could adorn their Queens with the finest gems the fourth stratum has to offer, cut by our expert

seemed both protective and absurdly doting on their Queens, considering they seemed to have developed an entire culinary culture around serving their ant mothers sweets. Perhaps they would be interested in

clear, they don’t think the Queens will

“Very well.”

selection of the highest quality pieces were brought to the

any of you talking to the

“Not currently, no.”

“Interesting.”

of the ants she saw around her were wearing anything of

level of industry in the

the highest quality. Particularly, for metals and woods infused with water mana, we are

No expressions crossed their faces and she had to constantly remind herself that she was looking at their skeletons. They couldn’t move them. The level of stillness went beyond just their heads, they barely moved at all. Only the antennae shifted and twitched, but she couldn’t begin to interpret such movements. Her negotiating

“They… hmmm.”

it, Irisod,” she demanded softly, no hint of her

troubled, perhaps even a

can give rise to offence where none is intended. Tell

of our wares, but only so they could study them. The ants are confident they can make superior works themselves,

live in it. They absolutely did have a far higher affinity for water mana than any other race, and were extremely accomplished when applying it in enchanting. She could see why Irisod might

own craftswork? It took decades to develop those Skills to

this

they be prepared to sell to us?”