Chrysalis

It doesn’t take that long for my new guards to arrive, although Barker and his apprentice… Fluffles… also stick around.

I mean… FLUFFLES? It’s offensive to mention she has a rabbit nose, but that’s a totally fine name to have, apparently.

Whatever. The cultural idiosyncrasies of the Folk don’t need to make sense to me; they can, and do, call themselves whatever they want. I’m just here to check out the place and sell some end tables.

My new guard is, I’m pretty sure, a turtle guy named Phil, though of course I don’t mention his SHELL, no matter how much I want to. Like, does he have a wax routine for that thing? I’m only wondering because it has such a healthy sheen and I’ll be darned if I don’t want my carapace to look like that.

With him comes his apprentice, Pete, who is also a turtle, but doesn’t have a shell, but does have a sort of turtle face, with the beaked mouth and all that. These people make no sense to me.

It seems clear immediately that they’ve sent some more powerful warriors. There’s a certain aura around them that lets me know they mean business. I’m not willing to be rude about their appearance, but there are other things I’m willing to be rude about.

[So, are you a blademaster?] I ask as soon as introductions are done.

[You want to fight and find out?] he replies.

This guy is clearly pretty old, judging by the long silver beard and moustache he’s sporting, but his mental voice is still gravelly and vigorous. He sounds like he’d give Granin a run for his money in a rock chewing contest.

[Not really,] I reply, and I swear he slumps a little in disappointment. [I just had a fight, so I thought I’d relax for a second, get a little private time.]

Although I couldn’t move on the ship, I was the centre of attention pretty much all the time. People gawping at me from the other ships, ants checking if I was still alright, birds threatening to drop bombs on me. It got stressful.

Also, it’s been too long since I was embraced by sweet, sweet, dirt. Phil looks around, confused.

[You’ve got twenty ants inside five metres of you. How is that ‘private time’?]

whips

Those are my bodyguards and they do a pretty good job staying out of sight. I can’t get rid of

“Protectant.”

Stubborn, resentful silence.

“Protectant…”

had to stay on that ship too,” she says,

from its original source, this story is not meant to be on

on your team. What also sucks is getting chopped up by turtle-Folk, so you need to

her again to drop

Protectant. She’s one of the twenty guards who are with me around the clock. Don’t worry, we

Pete don’t react, but Barker

Barker demands after connecting to

included in the manifest that lists the key members of this voyage. Is it my fault

a ‘go with the flow’ kind of approach to just about everything except fighting. That appears to include admin. There isn’t much they can say to what I’ve said, so I take the chance to ease my way into the large

more fights. Although I do have to warn you, Phil. If you aren’t significantly stronger than Barker over there, you might find yourself

as his hand plays across the hilt

more than up to the

my mandibles, the flowing tunnel air, my siblings by my side. Getting a proper rest on the boat was absolutely impossible, not that I physically needed one. After a brief snooze surrounded by dirt, I feel a hundred

This is the life! Exploring, adventuring, and not having to worry about

surprise waiting for me when I

White! Nice to see you

appear largely unchanged since the last time I saw them,

circumstances,] Grey rumbles. [I didn’t think the Colony would come into

Surely you aren’t that surprised. I mean, I bet we were more surprised the first time we met

don’t think there’s any need to go into detail about