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…?”

in, during this

thing they used

us

stared down at the delicate confection, each layer as clearly defined as if cut by a razor. On closer inspection, she could see glistening fruits embedded in each section, strawberries

It was delicious.

thank them for the food,” she said, then turned and glared at her daughter. “Piris! Manners!” she

a most un-decorous manner. The girl flushed under the withering glare of her mother and licked the cream from her

her chin. The Colony, as she now knew they preferred to be called, were an interesting case.

could adorn their Queens with the finest gems

on their Queens, considering they seemed to have developed an

Queens will like them,

“Very well.”

She would ensure a selection of the highest quality pieces were brought to the fortress as

any of you talking to the large one?” she asked

“Not currently, no.”

“Interesting.”

armour? None of the ants she saw around her were wearing anything

of

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

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

“They… hmmm.”

it, Irisod,” she demanded softly, no

mage looked troubled, perhaps

dare show anger,” Eran warned. “Cultural differences can give rise to offence where none

to purchase a sampling of our wares, but only so they could study them. The ants are confident they can

mastery over the waters would never be questioned, since they were the only sapient race to 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 have been

their own craftswork? It took decades to develop those Skills to an acceptable level, longer without training and guidance. The Colony was young, yet

she was approaching this

of things would they be prepared to