Chrysalis

When the word comes down that we are planning to ship out, the Colony doesn’t muck around. In short order, all ten thousand ants evacuate the nest and the carvers tear it down, flattening out the soil and leaving everything just as we found it. Someone tried to leave a statue standing in the site of the former nest, but I obliterated it the moment I saw it.

I swear…

Naturally, the Folk insist on close inspections. We get counted to make sure we aren’t leaving anyone behind. Then they carefully check to make sure we didn’t tunnel into the ground and leave behind anything suspicious. I’m guessing this is mostly for show. I’d be shocked if they hadn’t been keeping an eye on the ground below us the entire time.

With all that done, we are fine to move out and get back on the ships. I am not looking forward to that, but there isn’t much choice in the matter. In an organised group, we start to make our way to the docks in an orderly fashion. Of course, it’s a little hard not to notice that we aren’t the only ones marching through Freehill towards the dock. Less than a kilometre to our right, the Legion are similarly marching. I suppose they plan to follow us around after all.

Sigh.

Nobody is happy about this development. Well, nobody except Isaac. The man can’t stop smiling to himself and knuckling his moustache.

[What is with you?] I ask him, exasperated.

The ant cavalryman just smirks up at me and waggles his eyebrows.

[You’ll understand when you’re older, Anthony.]

[I sincerely hope not.]

Whatever has got him acting this way, he probably needs medicine to get it fixed because this man is clearly ill.

[They’re here to kill me. You remember that, right?]

He just scoffs.

[Good luck to them.]

[Hey! Oh. You mean they need good luck.]

more than five thousand armoured tin cans to take you down. You’ve

a compliment…

column, trying to make sure nothing goes wrong. There’s plenty of trades to make and business to conduct still here in the fourth, and

Folk. A lot of

have organised a special sendoff, by the looks of things. There’s a stage, and gathered dignitaries. All looking very

the Folk have been a very taciturn people for the most part, very stiff, very reserved, but underneath it all, it turns out there’s a warmth to

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know anything about

put this together did it pretty quickly and pretty quietly. Look, I think the brathians are just

is going on here, they weren’t advised about it either. This is confirmed when Eran Thouris and Marzban make

Which I don’t.

do come, though, in the form of Grey, the wolf-Folk, who appears

that, man. That’s

bares his teeth in

sort of ceremony we can

[Of course.]

everyone in place, but we manage it. Luckily we ants don’t need to do much, just gather in the right spot, close to the stage, but off to the left a

You

gathering of Folk clearly do. There’s a lot of serious faces out there. For my part, along with my siblings, we just stand around, trying not to

interprets for me, and he expects me to communicate what is being said to the rest of

Feather something. And he’s… oh lord… he’s reading some

you passing all of this

[Of course!]

is Fattington the third… kind of. He’s declaring something about the council, long debates and outlining a decision process.

next lady is saying something about… us! It’s about us!

seem a lot more

you’re