- Erys -
I stare into the room where everyone I know in my courtyard was gathered and am honestly a little overwhelmed.
"Wha-, wha-, wha-..." (E)
(F)
"What the heck?! Today isn't even my birthday !" (E)
(L)
(E)
(L)
God, I don't really want to receive intelligent beings as presents on my birthday.
I'm not some slave trader's daughter who would enjoy treating them like objects, tools, or playthings.
I know that I'm a bit lacking in terms of guardians.
While I have a certain number of them they make me a bit uncomfortable and the fact they can't take care of themselves raises some pity.
I still produce them regularly, as they're part of the common pattern, but there's a disparity that I can't deny.
To maintain security they would be quite convenient.
(F)
Wha-... She can't be serious!
(messenger)
I recognize it as one of the queen's personal heralds, or whatever they are called.
This means, whatever he wants from me, it's a direct order from the queen.
I guess there's no helping to insist on my peaceful celebration under these circumstances.
"Scruh, whatever." (E)
I, and subsequently all the other guests behind me, as well as a small escort, are walking behind that messenger, which stops short, just outside the main entrance.
"Okay, what is..." (E)
I can't believe what I'm seeing.
Every single drone of the hive seems to have assembled.
Messengers are flying in the open space and all the others are squeezed to the edges of the pillar, the bridges, and all the surrounding walls, to be in some way visible from my position.
And then on one signal, a call goes through them.
(absolutely every single one!)
My eyes begin to twitch at this display.
It's a great show of flying drones, and all the others shouting in unison, not a single one of them off track.
I've honestly no idea how to react to this.
Suddenly another, single, extremely strong signal booms from above.
(U)
And this didn't help my confusion!
I can just stare, completely stunned.
Then my mother puts her hand on my shoulder and plucks with the other weakly at my wing, which is enough to get me out of my stupor.
"Mum?" (E)
"Yes, Ery? Did you enjoy your birthday?" (F)
"Can we just do a small family dinner next year? (E)
"Sure, Ery." (F)
- Erys -
I stare into the room where everyone I know in my courtyard was gathered and am honestly a little overwhelmed.
"Wha-, wha-, wha-..." (E)
(F)
"What the heck?! Today isn't even my birthday !" (E)
(L)
(E)
(L)
God, I don't really want to receive intelligent beings as presents on my birthday.
I'm not some slave trader's daughter who would enjoy treating them like objects, tools, or playthings.
I know that I'm a bit lacking in terms of guardians.
While I have a certain number of them they make me a bit uncomfortable and the fact they can't take care of themselves raises some pity.
I still produce them regularly, as they're part of the common pattern, but there's a disparity that I can't deny.
To maintain security they would be quite convenient.
(F)
Wha-... She can't be serious!
(messenger)
I recognize it as one of the queen's personal heralds, or whatever they are called.
This means, whatever he wants from me, it's a direct order from the queen.
I guess there's no helping to insist on my peaceful celebration under these circumstances.
"Scruh, whatever." (E)
I, and subsequently all the other guests behind me, as well as a small escort, are walking behind that messenger, which stops short, just outside the main entrance.
"Okay, what is..." (E)
I can't believe what I'm seeing.
Every single drone of the hive seems to have assembled.
Messengers are flying in the open space and all the others are squeezed to the edges of the pillar, the bridges, and all the surrounding walls, to be in some way visible from my position.
And then on one signal, a call goes through them.
(absolutely every single one!)
My eyes begin to twitch at this display.
It's a great show of flying drones, and all the others shouting in unison, not a single one of them off track.
I've honestly no idea how to react to this.
Suddenly another, single, extremely strong signal booms from above.
(U)
And this didn't help my confusion!
I can just stare, completely stunned.
Then my mother puts her hand on my shoulder and plucks with the other weakly at my wing, which is enough to get me out of my stupor.
"Mum?" (E)
"Yes, Ery? Did you enjoy your birthday?" (F)
"Can we just do a small family dinner next year? (E)
"Sure, Ery." (F)
