[ A flash of cold steel. A loud ting as a large needle blade deflects the attack. ]

A head on attack like that is foolish, especially after warning your target about it.

[ She backs up and holds it at her side. Crouched down and ready for a fight. ]

- anything but that.

[ She tilts her head to them. Her voice lowers. Changing the topic. ]

…I must ask, how have you faired in my absence?

No, to be a queen I’d not my destiny. Not this time. To order around a kingdom of dying bugs…

[ She closes her eyes. Images of Hallownest. Of the palace. Seeing people panic as the infection worked it’s way further through it.

And the image of her father. ]

As you said, my choice to be -

Indeed. They march in time with their queen. My own observations makes me believe it is their own way of joining in her song.

Scampering would not be the term I would used for them. They stride with a lot more purpose then a scamper.

then wyrm. A shift under her cloak. ]

They tried to remind me of... Dominance. As if it was my right to act in such ways.

...

[ She looks back at them. Right. It's a returned kindness. Something she will not shut herself out to anymore. ]

For me... The path took me through things I never knew about my people. Showing me glimpses of my past ancestors, in all but memory.

[ Their gazes. Their words. More weaver -

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- Semi-Canon Divergent.

After the acts of the sister of the void ending, Hornet has started her preparations to leave Pharloom and return back to the lands of Hallownest in tandem with Lace. This journey, being one of her own accord, with her own detours. Undefined by her past.

Hornet.
She/they

A stern princess of a fading kingdom. Brought to the lands of her ancestors against her will. Learning through it the parts of her that she shared with them, and the parts that she would rather chart for herself. To save the bugs of Pharloom. To act with what strength she has.

Indeed. Many a traveler on the road relied on fire for warmth and safety. It's warmth is one I seldom get to cherish.

A fire might also help. If able to be procured, really. Depends on how bad it is.

Indeed. Or one with thicker material. The elements are no joke to a small frame. Far deadlier then any blade.

Have you enough layers? You have no protective shell to deal with such elements, but a thick cloak works well as a replacement.

- had happened in those lands. ...Though, I doubt I will forget it so soon.