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Who are you? What's your name? Nymph clarifies through an exaggerated voice, making no effort to hide the mockery at his ignorance of her language. Despite the difference in size, the teenager is haughty and prideful. She bounds down a couple levels to get closer, but not too close, she was still above him, after all. I haven't seen you before, down here. Did my mother let you in? Do you have no den to sleep in?  

She slept in the palace, this one seemed to sleep outside, under the stars, on the cold harsh ground. She let out a shudder.

She peers over the ledge, head cocked to the side. She wouldn't admit it, but she was oh so curious about the ants. She wanted to know more than her siblings did, have more friends than her siblings did. Already, her young mind was plotting.