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

do a pretty good job staying out of sight. I can’t get rid of them

“Protectant.”

Stubborn, resentful silence.

“Protectant…”

too,” she says, not

source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon;

also sucks is getting chopped up by turtle-Folk, so you need to reveal yourself so I can

about to admonish her again to drop her…

is Protectant. She’s one of the twenty guards who are with me around

Barker and Fluffles do, seemingly

us about them?] Barker demands after connecting to me

doing anything other than being hard to spot. Besides, they are included in the

isn’t much they can say to what I’ve said, so

nap, then I’ll think about having some more fights. Although I do have to warn you, Phil.

hand

think you’ll find I’m 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,

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

surprise waiting for me when

to

weaselish appear largely unchanged since the last time I

a surprise to see you again in these circumstances,] Grey rumbles. [I didn’t think the Colony

lazy like most people on Pangera. Surely you aren’t that surprised. I mean, I bet we

there’s any need to go into detail about that,] Grey breaks in hastily, his