Chrysalis

Gweheheheheh. GWEHEHEHEHEHEHEH.

MUAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!

[OI! Think you can pin us to the ground?! Let me up and I’ll knock the snot out of ya!]

[That’s not flying! That’s floating at best! Eyyy? EYYYY!?!?]

[When I get off the ground, I’m gonna shirtfront ya! Even if you can’t wear a shirt!]

Yes. Yesssss. Grovel before me! You insignificant pigeons! Who’s laughing now? Who is soaring majestically through the air now?! It’s me. I’m doing that.

The gravity well pulses with power, holding my bulk aloft while pressing the annoying, irritating Magpei down into the ground where I can mock them at my leisure.

[Still chirping are you, little birdie?] I gloat, reaching down with one leg to poke a particularly persistent specimen on the cheek. [Shouldn’t you be trying to work out how to get off the ground rather than let your mouth write cheques your fists can’t cash?]

[I’ll show you a cheque, mate! I’ll knock your castle down! I’m nobody's pawn!]

[Well come along then! I’m waiting!]

I hover above as the Magpei makes a valiant effort to rise, managing to force himself up onto his hands and knees before I up the power and squash him down again.

[Oh, so close! Gweheheheheh. I’ll leave you there for a while and come back later to check on your progress.]

It fills me with such glee to see them struggling to get off the ground. How many times have they insulted my proud insect form for lacking wings since I arrived? FOUR-HUNDRED AND THIRTY SIX! Do they even know what they’re talking to? I’m an ant! A descendant of the wasp! You really think there aren’t any flying ants?!

But I’m something different, something new. I don’t even NEED them! I wiggle my antennae with glee as I float in glorious circles above the market.

Interestingly, the non-Magpei clientele continue about their shopping, speaking with the brathian merchants, asking questions of the ant carvers and generally enjoying themselves. I get the strong impression that visitors getting into… strenuous disagreements with the birdbrains isn’t that rare an event. These people have probably learned to tolerate it just as they have every other eccentricity of the feathered fiends they share the island with.

myself have certainly not reached such a point of zen, so I continue to vent my frustrations upon

at flying. Wasn’t being on the ground… let me think about

angry! This is my vengeance! This is my

from Royal Road, this story should

you done up there?] Eran

faces, when they cry out

often like this?] she asks, including

rare, but it does happen. Eldest! You’re disrupting the market! We need to trade with these people. That’s the whole

trading with us are insults! I’m only giving back to

better put a stop to

to stay here and hold them down forever, you’re going to have to let them go at some

them will

you really want to try and hold down ten thousand of them? Think of the

the dirt, they haven’t let up. Understandably, their insult-swinging has only become more vigorous. The main difference is that I can freely throw their

come out in so long! I’m not

minutes! I’ll have

moments grinding your faces into the mud,

you taste my fist,

from an insect! EY?

give

regret this, cobba! You’ll be crying out of every lens by the time

If you’re all that, then come up here and show me

me up already! You mug! Not

is very proud

we got a mum’s boy

ever want to fly again, you better not talk about my

….

[Fine. We respect mums.]

[Agreed. Mums are off-limits.]