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

they used

bring us cake,

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 in the red

It was delicious.

turned and glared at her

daughter had seized upon her dessert and begun stuffing her face with it in a most un-decorous manner. The girl flushed under the withering glare of her

be called, were an interesting case. They didn’t want what most she

interested in jewellery? They could adorn their Queens with the finest gems the fourth stratum has to offer, cut

developed an entire culinary culture around serving their ant mothers sweets.

they don’t think the Queens will like them, but they are willing

“Very well.”

something. She would ensure a selection of the highest quality pieces

curiosity, are any of you talking to the large one?” she asked of her

“Not currently, no.”

“Interesting.”

ants she saw around her were wearing anything of the sort, though she saw some wore clearly enchanted rings metal rings around where

some level of industry in

in purchasing equipment from us? Our forges produce materials of the highest quality. Particularly, for metals and woods infused with water mana, we are

ants rarely ever moved. 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.”

demanded softly, no hint of her irritation

troubled, perhaps

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

They suggested they would love to purchase a sampling of our wares, but only so they

they were the only sapient race to live in it. They absolutely did have a far higher affinity for

Skills to an acceptable level, longer

was approaching this from the wrong

of things would they be