The considerable troop that came to my aid decided that I'm in no condition for any rough treatment.
For this reason, they decided to put me in a half-open flesh coach that is protected by interceptors from above.
I appreciate this, as it allows me to see a bit of the surrounding landscape.
Or, well, they might've also not closed it because I mildly freaked out when they were about to finish the construct.
Anyone who has the slightest sense of empathy can understand why I currently have minor issues with being isolated in a cut-off space that I can't escape from.
Since stress on a princess is bad, and because, if I interpret their emissions right, they think I'm already in critical condition, they treat me and my wishes exceedingly gently.
This is all the more favorable, as it seems our destination is quite far away and we're in for a longer surface travel time.
So, as mentioned before, I won't complain.
During the trip, the two beetles I sent away join back up with me yet it seems like they're quite exhausted as well.
After I had a sufficient rest period to calm down and gather my thoughts, I start to assess my new situation.
It should be forgiven that I didn't do so immediately.
At least I didn't break down into a sobbing mess... yet.
However, I should probably talk to someone I trust about this experience.
Soon.
Anyway, I was taking stock of my current circumstances.
The insect troop around me is what one would expect from a princess' escort.
Even if Lord Zion would assemble all his soldiers, I doubt he could break through to me, so I am safe at last, despite not being underground just yet.
Also, they care quite much about me and are considerate of my opinion.
So they weren't ordered to capture me, but instead safeguard me on my trip back home.
It’s impossible that the queen hasn’t been informed about the incident yet.
With all her loyal subjects, she simply must've heard of it.
At least, judging by the way I’m being treated, I don't have to immediately worry about literally being grounded for crass disregard of safety measures.
This might still come later though.
Scanning their ranks, I believe I’ve made out the one in charge.
That one interceptor's pheromones are slightly indicating so and he's coordinating some of the others.
Having gathered all I could by observing, it seems reasonable to ask my current escort what fate has in store for me.
(E)
After all, I was headed there in the hope that her troops would save me.
The answer may also be relevant as to whether or not I'm in trouble because the queen is displeased with me.
Princess Chera's troops could have very different directives than what the queen said shall happen to me.
(Sc)
Yeah, as expected.
Formicea are peculiar if it's about their mothers.
As proof, I just need to look at my own beetles. The few remaining...
I should avert my thoughts from this.
The beetles themselves don't like it one bit if I'm sad because of them.
The considerable troop that came to my aid decided that I'm in no condition for any rough treatment.
For this reason, they decided to put me in a half-open flesh coach that is protected by interceptors from above.
I appreciate this, as it allows me to see a bit of the surrounding landscape.
Or, well, they might've also not closed it because I mildly freaked out when they were about to finish the construct.
Anyone who has the slightest sense of empathy can understand why I currently have minor issues with being isolated in a cut-off space that I can't escape from.
Since stress on a princess is bad, and because, if I interpret their emissions right, they think I'm already in critical condition, they treat me and my wishes exceedingly gently.
This is all the more favorable, as it seems our destination is quite far away and we're in for a longer surface travel time.
So, as mentioned before, I won't complain.
During the trip, the two beetles I sent away join back up with me yet it seems like they're quite exhausted as well.
After I had a sufficient rest period to calm down and gather my thoughts, I start to assess my new situation.
It should be forgiven that I didn't do so immediately.
At least I didn't break down into a sobbing mess... yet.
However, I should probably talk to someone I trust about this experience.
Soon.
Anyway, I was taking stock of my current circumstances.
The insect troop around me is what one would expect from a princess' escort.
Even if Lord Zion would assemble all his soldiers, I doubt he could break through to me, so I am safe at last, despite not being underground just yet.
Also, they care quite much about me and are considerate of my opinion.
So they weren't ordered to capture me, but instead safeguard me on my trip back home.
It’s impossible that the queen hasn’t been informed about the incident yet.
With all her loyal subjects, she simply must've heard of it.
At least, judging by the way I’m being treated, I don't have to immediately worry about literally being grounded for crass disregard of safety measures.
This might still come later though.
Scanning their ranks, I believe I’ve made out the one in charge.
That one interceptor's pheromones are slightly indicating so and he's coordinating some of the others.
Having gathered all I could by observing, it seems reasonable to ask my current escort what fate has in store for me.
(E)
After all, I was headed there in the hope that her troops would save me.
The answer may also be relevant as to whether or not I'm in trouble because the queen is displeased with me.
Princess Chera's troops could have very different directives than what the queen said shall happen to me.
(Sc)
Yeah, as expected.
Formicea are peculiar if it's about their mothers.
As proof, I just need to look at my own beetles. The few remaining...
I should avert my thoughts from this.
The beetles themselves don't like it one bit if I'm sad because of them.
