Arabian Swindler

The Sultan sat in place, hearing everything from the Striped as the two were in Harsho private rooms as they sat by a hookah. Harsho furrowed his brows as he looks to his friend and best information broker as he said. “Dejen, as much as I can say that is probably a decent plan...there is another option.” getting the Striped to pause and blink, looking at Harsho as he told simply.

“My friend, you could have simply let me request Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, with Captain Galadan to come to my city and hear this Shima out. Instead of risking both Shima, her Colony, and this Herbal safety.” Dejen consider that in...as he groan and face-palm. While Dejen was mumbling to himself, Harsho simply took a drink of light cider as he said simply. “My friend, it is a simple mistake, as you hardly know about politics much since I’m the only political figure in the city. It wouldn’t come to mind to simply ask me to bring them here.”

He then added. “However you must make sure that this Shima will know, as while I could provide a ship-- it is far safer for them to come to us. Especially more as to keep the damned Hunters away from them.” Dejen sighed, but then asked.

“But Harsho, what about your laws of the Hunters? Aren’t you going to get backlash from the two alicorns about that?” to which Harsho shrug.

“I might not Dejen, as I made my law clear that if any Hunters come in my city without instructions or orders that aren’t specific will get full treatment of my laws. A political maneuver to be honest, so really the Captain will be an escort in protecting the Princess’s and nothing else. I know that Galadan will keep to himself and won’t cause trouble out of respect and duty as a soldier. So we won’t have too many problems from the Hunters in the negotiation between Shima and the alicorns.”

Although while Dejen nod, he recorrected to his friend. “But Shima isn’t really a leader, she’s more of a mother figure as the colony is really a self sustaining body. All she could do is really give advice and guidance.” thinking more as he added. “You could say that Colony that makes up for it has the choice and call, if anything? Shima is the acting voice or representative to the mass that makes the Colony.”

Harsho hummed as he said. “That is troubling...but I am certain I can explain to the alicorns about that.” then told. “I will send a letter to invite them and suggest they have Captain Galdan with his group as escorts. With luck we won’t have any more Hunters with them,” then snorted in slight pleasant. “In fact, I’m quite happy in the weeks that pass not a single Hunter came to my city, I dare say that they got the message loud and clear.”

“Or are making sure that the next bunch that comes have specific orders to make sure that they don’t screw anything up.” told Dejen with a snort and a hand under his chin. “From what I gather, they seem rather mixed. One part of the group wants to march to this place and demand answers-- another part wants to appease you and try not to push their luck. I figure that they knew you dislike them, but with the three scurrying off, it seems that they understand you’re not holding back anymore in ‘tolerance’.”

Harsho snorts as he shook his head. “Of course I won’t. They have been causing me grieve, it's high time that they learn the price of such foolishness.” then sigh as he went on. “However, if they do come with specific orders, I might have to do what I can to protect you and the Scars-- even order my troops to mislead the Hunters as much as I can.”

Dejen grin as he said. “And we appreciate you for helping us out.” Harsho chortle as he told with a smile.

“You being appreciated? Dejen, if it wasn’t for you, I would be dead by my own brother in taking this throne a long time ago. If anything, I’m appreciated each day that you help me stay in this spot!” the two chuckling and enjoying the nostalgia as Harsho took another sip as he said to his friend. “Now, I believe you have a doctor to find out? And a group to inform of what I’m about to do?” Dejen nodded with a grin, as the Striped was already heading out, as Harsho clap his hooves as he called out.

“I need my parchment and quill! I am sending a letter to the Princess’s!”

There was...mixed news of when Dejen returned back to the den. On one hand, the group felt a little relief that they can wait it out...on the other hand, Mercy was contemplating on what she discovered, and made Dejen a bit speechless. As it turns out, the reason Herbal was staying away from Equestria ...was a psychotic unicorn nobility mare. And not just a normal ‘stab-stab’ mare...apparently, from what Mercy gained? This mare seem to have a ‘love-sickness’ to Herbal, who had no actual interest in her.

As Mercy explain further as the two sat in their pillows, Mercy rolled her eyes as she told Dejen. “Apparently she’s scared him so bad, that he ran to here to evade her both legally and by how far the nations are, that even if she gets a ship to seek him out-- she can’t go all over Arabia city by city, at least that what he claims.” huffing some more as she went on. “What surprises me is that this mare is willing to go the extreme for his ‘love’. And even if it is called love, it reminds me of, the sick kind. The twisted love that while might feel good for one, is potentially toxic to the other. I dare say he was in the right to run, as for him it would be an emotionless and one sided relationship that while she feels happy, he would be terrified and scared of her.”

Twisting her face some, she admitted. “I dread of him seeing this mare, as I have no doubt that she would chain him up, tie him down, and practically forced marriage onto him.” rubbing her chin some as Dejen slowly nod, but noticed she was thinking of something else as he narrowed his eyes and asked.

“Are you thinking about that ‘project’ of yours?” she glanced to the side, as she looks back to him as she tried to bluff her way through.

“Not...fully, just thinking on a few things.” he scowled as he said.

“Mercy.” giving her the ‘disappointed look’, as she huffed and crossed her hooves.

“Fine! I was considering that perhaps I could matchmake him with a mare. Happy?” Dejen brows furrowed as he asked.

“Hang on, wouldn’t he be alright with a changeling?” She boop Dejen nose with a smirk as she told him.

“You don’t know this, but thestral instincts are on the feral side, and even if he might not fully know it-- he would desire to sire young. Trust me I consider the possibility of having my children around him, but it wouldn’t fully work as well for various reasons. So I decided to consider him having a mare as his property.”

“Wait… a slave? Really?” asked Dejen with doubt as she boop his nose with a tongue sticking out as she teased.

“It worked for you, didn’t it?” seeing him glance away as she giggled, but continue on with a smile. “While it’s a bit unorthodox, Herbal nature is to help others, to help heal-- and in a way, that is what he would do with his slave, heal her, care for her, help her in what he could. Resulting in her starting to have feelings for him, and within a short time-- they’re together as more than master and slave.” rolling her eyes as she added.

“However the problem is going through the options, admittedly I was planning to go in disguise to the less visited area of the city and see what can fit with Herbal...until this whole situation came up. So I may have to put that plan on hold to help Shima in keeping the Colony settle until the Princess’s come.” she frown however as she admitted. “But I am worried about when they do come...as I have a feeling that they’ll spot us out, and might demand Harsho on why we’re here.” Dejen frown, as he moved a bit to give a supportive hug to her, Mercy sighed as she nuzzled him as she could feel the care and comfort in him.

If only I can get close enough to finally be part of a herd with him… thought Mercy as she could honestly see it in her mind, as Dejen could fully trust her and Windy in term of relationship as one is a slave to him and the other needs his emotions and love. In a sense, Dejen had the advantage for both, if only she could get into that heart of his and be a herd, they can have more changelings.

Granted I had to get some with donors in the city...but I do want more with him. thought Mercy as inwardly she sighed, knowing that she had to be patient with Dejen, he wasn’t like most males, who would jump at the chance for more females around them. He was...more thoughtful and cautious. It was both why she love and feel frustrated with him because he was different, unique-- and was a cut throat if need be.

It was why she felt appealing to him as he wasn’t ordinary, he was special in his own way. Still she pull back as she smile to him, giving a nuzzle as she said. “Thanks.” he chuckled as he merely rub her head, although jokes.

“You know, you could still do that plan of yours with Herbal.” she laughed and said with a grin.

“As much as I want to? I feel that now isn’t a good time, especially with Herbal still drunk off his ass and gets a hangover in the morning. We have some time at least until the Princess’s arrive, so by then I’ll find a good match for Herbal and start the seeds.” Dejen chuckled as they let go as both knew they had to be ready on when Shima comes back-- and had to tell the mixed news to her.

It was almost late at night when she came back, with two of her daughters once again. But this time around, it looked like she had ran all the way back with how dirty her clothes had gotten. Even her daughters had the same amount and sand and dust on them, and with how Shima gave a sigh of relief upon getting inside, it was almost a signal something was up.

While cautious, Shima was a bit more relaxed when she was led back into the safety of the Scar’s haven, but when she was sitting before Mercy, being the first one aware of the mare’s arrival, Shima didn’t wait for the others. “I’ve stalled them, but the Colony is already bristling to leave.” It was said with a large amount of exaggeration, Mercy didn’t need to try sensing it out. “We might have a while, but the Colony was ready to pack up in an hour and start marching back to equestria when I gave the news and they reached a consensus barely a half hour later.”

The mare huffed as she told. “I hope you got a backup plan to stall them longer, because apparently Harsho gotten a better idea than Dejen did.” then rolled her eyes as she said simply. “The Sultan felt that instead of risking you all to get to Equestria with the trouble of Hunters and other things-- he’s going to request the Princesses to come here to talk to you about the whole Shiftling thing. Meaning we might have to wait for them to come to us by airship to get here and for you to talk to them.”

Shima seemed to glance to either side of her, seeing the rather rapt attention of her daughters before giving a sigh. With a morphed-back claw, she rubbed her forehead and said, “I can hear it already…” And spoke as soon as she felt Mercy’s inquiry. “I can literally see the Colony picking up and moving out as soon as they notice this airship and ready to board on a moment’s notice.” Then said in a deadpan tone, “My daughters are not that patient. They like getting things done quickly and efficiently. It’s why it’s so difficult to talk them down.”

Facehoof to her face, Mercy gave a long exasperated sigh as she said. “I feel your pain Shima. It is very hard to control a bunch of foals when they are excited…” pulling the hoof down, she knew that they had to do a lot to occupy them to wait.

“If you add in the same amount of OCD of getting things objectively done, and it might be the same.” Shima told with a roll of her eyes. “I don’t know about Changelings, but I find that my daughters are very… efficient and quick in work. Food here goes here, bolder form there, goes there. Hungry nymph here, get fed there.”

Laughing some, Mercy admit. “Its admittedly the same, but with a bit more firm control and getting them to listen to ‘mommy’.” then said to Shima. “The Princess’s ship will arrive, if what we heard from Harsho right-- two to three months at best. I honestly hope that you are able to stall them that long Shima.”

The mare just stared. “Mercy.” She started, “I ... t-two or three months?” Repeating the same words to make sure she was right, “I… I bought in only a few days-- and that was with a lot of reasoning and good points on my behalf-- my Colony was getting antsy in being hidden for only two weeks, they’re getting closer on edge with each day, I’m not sure how much longer they can wait in staying put as it is!”

Mercy merely blinked as she said. “Oh….” thinking some as she soon said. “I...think you may need to talk to Harsho now in order to figure out how we can get them to move around, without causing too much hysteria. If it's that bad, and what you mention of OCD…” Thinking some as she nodded. “Yes, you may need to talk to the Sultan right away to find a way to occupy them,” then added.“Unless...you rather we try what Dejen originally suggest and have loads of issues on the way?”

“I would take that over a possible colony explosion of suddenly a hundred Shiftings within the next month from being cooped up for a week longer.” Told Shima rather bluntly. “Do you know what an active ant colony looks like, Mercy? Because that’s what Shiftlings prefer to be. Always active, working and doing something. Sitting still is…. Aggravating to us all!”

Rubbing a hoof to her forehead, Mercy admit with bits of agitation. “I don’t know how you are able to handle it, at least changelings know how to wait, it seems that Shifting is always on the move…” taking a breath in as she said. “I can try asking Dejen to talk to Harsho on getting us a ship...but we may have to get that messenger a different letter to give to forward the Princesses of our arrival.” frowning some more as she added.

“And there is another problem. I can’t come with, I’m needed here for both the Hive-- and for Scars. I know at least, Dejen will want to come, mostly to learn more of Equestria, but I believe that both me and Gem might have to stay back, mostly because we both have other jobs here.”

Sighing herself, the Scion said, “Either option A or B-- either we go to Equestria or we settle here in the city, I think those are the only things the Colony seems remotely comfortable with.” Then told more seriously, “The real thing you need to consider is that we are going to stay. No matter where our destination is, once we start building, we’re not leaving without something very serious uprooting us. Shiftlings will defend the Colony to every extreme they can-- tossing themselves straight into death if it gives even a single opening for the rest.”

Feeling a bit frustrated, Mercy review over that, and knew that either way goes? The Shiftlings is going to fight tooth and nail to defend their place and won’t leave unless extinction removes them. And as much as she and personally the Sultan might not mind, the people will, causing a bit of a clash-- as well as possibly an unintentional clash with her changelings and Shima Shifting, granted she was speculating, but she felt that something will happen.

With a huff as to try to decide the right choice, she took a low breath, calming herself down as she looked to Shima and asked.“Do you think that if somehow, the Colony moves here, there might be a sort of peace with both Colony or Hive-- or a possible clash? No offense Shima, but from what I gather when you first came here, there was...an edge on you and from what Dejen mention, you were ready for a brawl when you sniff old scents of changelings using that tunnel.”

Seeming to sigh, the Scion went about undoing most of the cloths on herself, and also let everything turn back to shifting proportions and shapes. It was almost uncanny, the similarities the two held to the other. Shiftling and Changeling. “I was just a bit… anxious.” Admitted Shima. “Just instinct. I was… well, around a different Colony, or hive I guess. It wasn’t mine, so I was really on edge.” Then slightly shrugged, “I guess instinctively? I knew I was in an unfamiliar hive and I was intruding inside of it. Intruding a Colony, or what I’ve seen of mine? Results in… well, the colony doesn't like unannounced guests.” Then glanced to her daughters.

“I think ripped to shreds with their bare hands a Manticore, was a fine example of what happens when a colony swarm get’s an intruder that shows a single threat.” Though all she got from her daughters were preened and happy smiles.

“We kept the threat out.” Told the first, as if stating a simple fact.

She thought over as Mercy asked. “Do you think that this city could provide both of us, both in space and in emotions? You mentioned that the colony has a need to grow and expand…” having her brows furrowed as she added. “And as far as I know I won’t mind, and neither the Sultan won’t mind you having the Colony here...part of me is concern in the long run if later generations start to get...competitive for ‘food’ here in the city.”

Thinking some, Shima smiled and assured, “We shouldn’t get too annoying.” Looking to her daughters and telling, “When the Colony grows, it’s going to be under everyone’s feet...hooves, whatever.” Waving a claw to dismiss the term, “We’ll dig downwards. Maybe make a few new entrances, but really we’ll be under everyone. The Shiftlings will come up, scurry around, do their rounds, clear away junk form paths, patrol the area, search and passively gather food, maintain their home territory, return to the Colony for rest or to distribute food to the sisters…” Then shrugged, “If they find a changeling? I bet they’ll sniff them out, then just leave and say a quick sorry for the mistake of thinking they were shifting. It could happen.”

Slightly smiling, and almost giggling, Shima said, “Really, as long as they aren't threatened? My daughters can be… well, very domestic. I’ve watched them play with nearby woodland animals before. Not often, but it happens. As long as they and the Colony by extension don’t feel threatened? They play very nicely.”

Thinking over it in her head...Mercy did finally say. “Perhaps...you all could live in the city, let Colony dig under, make a home. And perhaps make a new life, while it's doubtful you’ll go to Equestria with how long it’ll take by ship-- even more with only a few of us knowing how to pilot it...making a place here might work, especially with our two groups helping each other.

“Not to mention, it would save time and energy as well as waiting out for the Princess’s to come.” frowning some as she admitted. “To be blunt, I rather prefer that you all stay here, as while the Hunters around here are annoying...Equestrian Hunters are rather...expertly better than Arabian Hunters.” She then added to Shima with a snort. “All we need to do is for you to talk to the Sultan, find a good place for you all to settle, and figure out things from there. Maybe try to get a map of the city itself so you know where to dig and start forming that Colony?”

There was a small laugh, and Shima said, “My daughter's can’t read a map.” Then smiled sheepishly, “And to be honest? They’ll more than likely spread out, figure out what they think is a good place to dig, and start.” Then stopped to think and soon said, “I don’t want to rush, but maybe I should go and see the sultan now. We’re on a tight line of time before my colony starts getting agitated again.”

Although before Mercy said anything, they glance to see Dejen coming in, and overhearing that as he groaned out. Mercy noticed the bits of exhaustion the Striped ahd in his face-- even could feel it as he rubbed his face as he said to Shima. “Now? I just got back!” then took a calming breath as he said. “Shima, it's already night, by now he’s probably sleeping.” Mercy then suggested to him.

“You could just wake him up and tell him Shima wants to talk to him.” Seeing the Striped sigh, as she could tell that he just wanted to relax, but force himself to clench that feeling and consider on heading back with Shima to let the Sultan know she wanted to talk to him.

Blinking, Shima winced, “Right, you need more sleep then Shiftlings.” Seeming to badger herself for forgetting that. “I’ll just come back tomorrow, I at least bought us a few days. But I can’t guarantee anything further than that. The Colony is crawling all over the walls-- and I don’t mean that in the normal sense.” With one more sigh, and reverting back to a more mare-like appearance with clothing being put on, Shima said, “I’ll probably be back early morning… with possibly more shiftlings.” Then shook her head while placing on her shades, “Knowing my daughters they’ll have a need to send more since I’m meeting the sultan.”

“Yes, good, great,” said Dejen as he rubbed his head. “Now if you pardon me, I’m off to get some shut eye!” walking out as Mercy rolled her eyes, and joked to Shima.

“This is probably one of the downsides of being with others who aren’t Shifting, them getting cranky and need sleep more often.” amusement in her smile as she added. “But we’ll see on waking him up early for him to lead you to the Sultan.” but she did added. “But as a suggestion? When you do meet him, drop the camouflage, the best way to smooth things out, is to let him see what you look like. Gives him an idea of how to take in when the rest of your Colony comes.”

“I don’t think my daughter’s will complain.” Told Shima while giving her two girls a sharp look, “They have been complaining about needing to keep camouflaged.”

“It feels strange being soft.” Complained her daughter on the left. “And the extra silk makes things too warm.”

Sighing, Shima told softly, “Just bare with it a bit longer, sweetie.” Then glanced back and added, “I’ll admit, I can’t wait to get off the clothes and shades and revert to normal. It’s… constricting having to keep camouflaged.” Then jokes, “It’s like I said… Shiftlings aren't meant to hide.”

Laughing some, Mercy nodded with a smile. [i]“Of course, hopefully by then the Shiftlings will be open and be a normal sight within Ramada.” then joke as she motioned a hoof. “Now go on, unlike Shiftlings, the rest of us need our beauty sleep of 7 full hours or more.”

Shaking her head, Shima left and almost like before, was almost tugged along when her daughters made their camouflage more stable and pony like-- it was almost funny seeing how insistent they were to get their scion back home as soon as business was done.

Mercy shook her head, as she herself began to trot, thinking a moment as to get her Hive adjusted to the Colony coming to their home, or territory in a sense as other plans filled her head, as for one example? Getting to be part of Dejen herd, she knew she was close, she just needs to tip a bit over and get him to ravish her like a mare! I just need to get the right moment for us to get that tipping point. thought Mercy with a smile, as she focus within the Swarm mind itself as she asked.

My Hive, how have things been within the city? hearing multiple reports, taking every bit of detail and information in as she smiled, knowing that as of now? Things have been going smoothly, and while most of the information seem tedious-- it will prove useful in the long run if an opportunity presents itself.Good my Swarm. Now, when will the shipment of pony slaves be coming near the city?

A week or so, my Queen. spoke one of the many changelings as they continue on. My Queen, I mean no disrespect...but what reason are you looking into this? Mercy gave a fond smile as she said in a sing along tone.

Why, to get our dear doctor a mare to not only ease some potential sexual needs, but to gain a new bundle of love, as while it’s tasty to have both Dejen and Windy love...I’m certain you all agreed we need a new flavor of love.

Shima had not kid about coming early in the morning. The sun had even began its rise when she came along-- though with a congregation of six camouflaged, and bundled up shiftlings all using the extra silk to hide their features better. Particularly their faces, as they were out of sunshades to use.

They waited at the gate for a few hours, enough time for more to wake up and greet the day. It almost came as a shock to Dejen, who was recently woken up himself, to find them all congregated and waiting for him-- and not the other way around. All Shima could do was give a sheepish smile-- apparently, this was not her idea to come so early in the morning either. For a moment, the striped had to wonder how much, or little, say did she get in the Colony?

He rubbed his face, taking a calming breath as to control his emotions as he wipe what exhaustion and tiredness he had as he held a grin and told. “Alright ladies, follow me, it’s a bit of a walk but by then good Sultan should be up and ready to meet you all.” turning to lead them, he partially wonder if he should of asked Debt to lead them so the Striped could get a bit more sleep, but felt that was a little unfair for the gnoll to do.

Beside, the guards at the palace don’t know Debt enough to let him in. thought the Striped as he glance to the following six as he joked to Shima. “You know, I can imagine a whole bunch of rumors and gossip at the end of the day spread across the city when they see the six of you being lead by me to the palace.”

Shaking her head, Shima said, “Well, I can guess why they would. They all do look like fine young mares.” Though Shima herself wasn’t sure what the ‘bare minimum’ age was for consent. But she knew that a gaggle of near-veiled females being brought to the Sultan could come with unwarranted rumors of concubines or something along those lines.

Laughing a bit, Dejen added more with a wide grin. “And that is just the tip of the iceberg!” shaking his head as look on ahead, as he asked to Shima. “So Shima, any idea of what you’re going to say to Harsho when you talk?”

To that she sagged, and in turn the girls tilted their heads or even shifted a bit around her. Shima went about tapping or touching them with her hooves, as if to assure them while telling, “I’m still trying to figure that out, my daughters haven’t been exactly that quite in suggestions and ideas of what should be said-- they still want to talk out as one. But I’ve convinced them that I should probably talk.”

“Yeah, I think even Harsho would have trouble listening to all six of you talking at once.” mused out Dejen as he nodded his head. “Even more as technically, this whole thing is new for him, and it might be best for you to talk to him, since technically you’re the only expert on your family-- beside your daughters.” he turned around to walk backwards as he grin and added. “But if it might help, I could stick around and provide a bit of insight to help smooth things out in the conversation.”

“I thought you’d be busy with something?” Pointed out Shima. “And I think trying to stick around for possibly hours as we talk things over might make you board. Or maybe left out like a third wheel.”

“Eh point, I rather play a game of poker at the Smelly Plot than sit around in a long conversation.” admit Dejen as he added. “And I had been missing out on poker for a good while.” turning around to walk forward as he went on with a raised finger. “Although as a quick warning and suggestion?” turning his head as he gave a toothy grin. “Suggest to good Harsho that with your family around? Things can be much more better, point out the pros of your family living here, and add in with a sweet deal of having an inflow of something, make him want to have you here beside of goodwill and a clear conscious.”

To that end, Dejen was given a questioning tilt of one of the daughter’s heads. “So… he doesn't want us here?” Almost making the hyena stumble in his thoughts. Though from the looks of it, Shima was trying not to giggle at his internal stumbling.

Getting his footing, Dejen thought over on how to explain as he said. “I didn’t say that, what I’m trying to say is that he is like…” tapping his chin as he pondered on how to explain it, then snapped his fingers as he told. “He does want to help, but he has to look out for his people, his Colony in a sense. He has to provide good reason to them on why it’s a good thing for another Colony to come here and live and grow in his city.”

They all started, and another spoke, “Then why let our colony in at all, if it’s already doing well?” This time, Shima did giggle in amusement.

Facepalming he groan some as he rubbed his forehead. Okay. Calm down, they’re like kids...how to talk to a kid like mindset? he thought over it as he took a breath in and remove his hand to look at them again as he made a left turn. “The reason he’s letting your Colony in, is because he wants to help, but he needs to assure to his people that your Colony is safe and friendly. And could help in ways that could benefit us all.” I swear if this didn’t work, I might have to resort to drastic measures of doing this explanation to a toddler!

“So the colony doesn't want us.” Surmised one of the others, making Dejen want to scream inside his head.

With a quiet laugh, Shima smiled, “Welcome to my life, Dejen. My girls are always curious. No matter how many answers you give, they might find another thing to ask. Even I have trouble keeping up at times, they’re insatiable in hearing or learning more.”

Groaning, he said with a shake of his head. “Oh I can see Harsho wanting something heavy to drink after the hours, so many questions and so many more to tell or ask.” he couldn’t help but chuckle as he added in a joking manner. “And I can see him cursing me for suggesting for you two to talk. Oh woe is me.” then told to the six. “Things are very different for us than to the Colony and no I’m not going to say why or how-- because life is already complicated enough, all you need to know for now is that even though Harsho might willingly let you in his city, he has to look at the pros and cons of how things might go.”

Almost as soon as he was done, they all asked in unison like chirp, “Why?” Shima just barely able to contain her roar of laughter that wanted to just escape her throat and snickering lips.

Taking a deep breath and clenching the brim of his nose with closed eyes as he let his ears guide him in walking. Dejen then told. “Because life is complicated and full of ups and downs with a lot of things go in the mix.” then told. “And please, don’t ask why on that or something, I’m an info broker, not a philosopher!”

“What’s a philosopher?” Asked another. This time, Shima failed and began to quietly laugh to herself. Thankfully, she kept the male form suffering anymore.

“Someone that deals in thinking in new things and ideas, Kelea.” Almost answering with a complete smoothness, “Now stop pestering him, annoyance and other negative feelings aren't good for everyone.” Seeming to at least compel them to stop asking questions… for now.

Still, Shima looked up with an amused smile and said, “Now you know why I’m insisting on being the singular voice during this whole thing.”

Talking all his annoyance and frustration into a small bottle and pushing it to the side, he did at least nod. “Yes, it would make nearly anyone feel the urge to drink down booze and get drunk. I doubt even Harsho with all of his patience could handle all six of them within an hour at least.” then walked up a few steps as he asked. “Any other plans besides talking to Harsho and making plans of the family moving in?” grinning as he asked.

“Maybe this time we can actually play a longer game, maybe like poker for a bit with the other's?”

“You mean if I can leave home long enough to do that.” Told the Scion with a shake of her head, a rueful smile in place. “Once we settle, there will be very little reason for me to leave home. I don’t think I’ll be getting out too often. I have other daughters to look after, maybe more once things get more stable.”

Shrugging some as Dejen said. “Eh, worth a shot.” admitting a bit as he grins. “Poker is sort of a favorite game of mine to play, even more so when things get a bit challenging,” chuckling some. “You wouldn’t believe how exciting it is when Mercy sometimes play-- I really have to use my poker face to make sure I don’t spill anything with my emotions.” humming a bit he then asked as he glanced to her.

“So did you want Herbal to keep documenting the family and the Colony? You know just in case the two rulers come and want some info on the Colony? No offense, but...I highly doubt that they could handle them all talking at once.”

Shaking her head, Shima said, “If Harsho let’s us stay? Then you better have Herbal come to us when things have settled down so he can get a bit more details.” Then told lowly, “You haven't seen what it’s like inside yet, only the entrance.”

“I don’t doubt it.” nodded Dejen as he glance to see the palace a bit, as he said with a grin. “Which reminds me we’re almost there!” then as he glanced back, he added. “One more thing I probably forgot to mention, Shima?” gaining her attention as he told. “Try to make it simple and blunt, he may be a Sultan, but he learned that one doesn’t need extravagant words or long winded speech to get to the heart of the problem. So make it simple, make it blunt and talk to him as if you’re trying to talk to everyone else.”

Looking to see the gate guards as he grin and said. “Hello boys, mind letting us in?” one of them glance over the covered mares as he asked.

“Who are they?” Dejen grin wide as he told with a finger to his lips.

“That's a secret, state secret mind you.” the guard rolled his eyes, being used to the antics of the Striped as he moved to open the gate as Dejen motioned the mares to follow through, as they were led through a hall, talking a left turn as after a few zigzags, were directed to the garden as he told to Shima. “He’s waiting in the midst of the garden, and this is where I take my due.” turning to walk off as he turned his head with a grin. “Have fun~!”

She watched him leave for a moment before giving a sigh and trying to settle down. Shima was glad that she didn’t have to try pulling out something extra fancy words to keep the guy happy-- she wasn’t sure if Dejen realized how simplistic shiftlings liked keeping things. Still, this was something that made her nervous, and moving forwards, Shima thought about how to enter the gardens.

Pausing near an archway that would lead out, she hesitated… then sighed. It was a simple feeling in her, a simple thought, but just enough for the other’s to get the signal. All at once, Shima found a number of silk cloths nearly being torn off and hoof steps soon sounding more like clicks of tipped claws on stone floors.

The mother of them, just gave a flat look around at the discarded clothes and gave them all a half-stern look, one that got the message to clean up their clothes and carry them-- and watching somewhat pleased as the girls scrambled to do that.

Nodding to herself, Shima was a bit more slower in getting her dress, headpiece and shades off, taking just as much time to let her chitin return to her, the two long antennae, and even her glittering like wings that ran down her back and near her rear, the long and rounded wings buzzing just a moment to stretch.

With one more breath to relax, Shima began to move, a clawed hand moving her cloths over her back and making sure they were at least neatly folded. Upon entering, the gardens were a pleasant place. Lush and fairly green enough to be considered nice. Most of the plants were of the desert, and nicely made a peaceful and pleasant atmosphere. Already, she could feel her daughter’s vibrating in their weak link, wanting to bolt and explore it all.

It took all her will and firmness as their mother to keep them still, but it also made her feel a pleasant feeling of how well tended to the gardens were. She moved her way in, claws gentle and hardly making too much noise as she glanced about. The Sultan, the stallion in charge of the city itself, was thankfully not too far. It was with one more breath she began her approach, her daughter’s keeping close, some going as far to tap her shell repeatedly with their antennae, a feeling of comfort touching inside of her knowing they were near.

Harsho was taking a sip of tea, enjoying the pleasant nature as he flick an ear, hearing the multiple sounds as he glance and nearly blanch at their looks. His emotions were of surprise, shock, bewilderment, then change to thoughtfulness, curiosity and soon calmness as after taking another sip of tea, he spoke in admittance. “When Dejen mentioned you were bug like, I almost assume that you look almost like changelings. Not...ant like to be perfectly honest.” and admitted.

“Although in comparison, you and your daughters seem shorter than Mercy and her drones, more softer looking and have no jagged chitin or holes in hooves-- even smaller fangs that don’t show over your lips.”

Smiling some, at least glad he wasn’t utterly panicking, Shima said, “I’m not sure why changeling look so…. Scarry.” Then shrugged, “But I can only guess why shiftlings like me look like this.” Then added, “Not that I mind, I feel better knowing I’m still a bit pretty like this.” As vain as it sounded, Shima still prided her feminine self over some of her beauty-- even if it wasn’t the most normal kind for most.

Trying to not grimace, Shima said, “I’m also a bit sorry I came without any warning, but when I talked to Mercy yesterday…” She dragged off and told, “Well, your idea was nice, but there was a big problem neither of you knew about because I didn’t get around to telling you both.”

“Oh?” said Harsho as he motioned her to sit down in one of the many pillows as he took a sip, enjoying the tea as he asked. “And what is this problem that you didn’t have time to mention?”

“Shiftlings are nowhere near as patient as Changelings.” Was the first thing the Scion told, moving up to take a seat. Almost on the instant, the many drones moved up, quickly taking her folded clothes from her back to place aside. Similarly, they placed down their own clothes in a pile near it, and began to swarm her.

Shima mostly ignored them, letting them just randomly tend to her however they like-- even seeming to not think about how a few had began to come at her mane. “When the idea about going to Equestria came up, the Colony was more than eager to move. I was able to convince them to wait, but I only bought a few days. They’re ready to move and make a more suitable colony-- either here, or in equestria. Shiftlings don’t do well with being idle, it’s like a major case of OCD with them all.”

Having a frown as his emotions told him that this was concerning news, as he took another sip, thinking a moment as he admit. “Even if I could provide transportation, it would take nearly a month travel even with the fastest of ships I have. I highly doubt, with what you say, that your Colony will be able to wait so long during the trip.”

“It’s been nearly two weeks since we settled near an Oasis.” Told Shima, “We’ve been hiding and waiting there-- or, my daughters have been while I’ve been getting food. But they are anxious, restless and nearly ready to burst out from the ground to explore all nearby areas regardless of risks.”

Shaking her head, she conveyed, “Shiftlings are very proactive creatures, sir. I honestly can’t convince them to stay still for much longer, it’s almost hurting them. Well, emotionally I guess.” Trying to find the best way to say it. “But I also don’t want to just barge into your home. Once we start making a colony, we’re not moving. Once we’re here, we’re here to stay no matter what happens.”

Harsho hum to that, as his emotions were of contemplation, thinking over that as he asked. “So hypothetically speaking, if I do allow you into my city, what will happen once your Colony moved in and settle beside Mercy Hive?” giving her a level look as he went on. “Help me understand the pros and cons on what might happen if your Colony moves into the city, Shima.”

Thinking some, Shima told, “Well, I think two obvious con’s will be that the girls won’t stay still, they will want to move around, explore the city-- to them it’s going to be home. They won’t want to hide, it’s just not their nature.” Then went on to the second, “Then there’s the, well, us staying. If someone did want us gone? You would have to feasible get close to terminating the entire Colony before we all considered on even packing up and leaving.”

Thinking over that as he knew, or understood some that the Colony will fight tooth and nail and will be open and moving around in the city...He then asked. “And the pros, Shima?”

“I’m not sure.” Was her first response, her daughter’s bunching up around her all the more at her discomfort. Shima herself raised a hand to play with a lock of her silky amber mane, and said, “I think one might be the fact once we’re established, we’ll see this our home. Anything noteworthy as a threat to our territory is a direct threat to us.” Then went on, “I think the next would be that we don’t really need food, just any emotions lingering around, any will do and my daughters might move around areas to gather it and leave the citizens alone.”

Glancing around, Shima went with the next thing she knew could actually be useful, and turning back, she told, “Shiftlings are very agricultural.” Which perked some interest form Harsho. “Shiftlings like forests, but we’ve been terraforming the Oasis to have plants-- mostly vines, bushes and trees that bear any foods. Fruits, berries, or flowers that might encourage bees for honey.” She smiled a bit, “Shiftlings love sweet foods, and we use it as a backup food supply when there’s no emotions.”

Humming a bit, he could tell that this could prove useful, even more with agricultural with the Shiftlings. Able to grow things and help provide the city own food-- maybe sell it off for profit? He considers of the only real food to feed the Shiftlings would be emotions, which can be easily handled with the aid of the Changelings. As well as a sort of added defense for the city as protectors of sorts. Although he was curious on something as he asked.

“Dejen once made a comment of this silk you sold off, is it possible to sell the silk, or is it rationed for other uses?”

Sighing at that, Shima told, “It’s actually used for other things.” Pausing to consider how to tell him or explain it. But after a moment, Shima seemed to nod to herself, letting a shifting lift her arm and seemingly work at it. “Shiftlings are constantly working species. We’re always doing something working on something, finding new things, making new tunnels or doing new tasks. And we can breed special casts to do specific tasks.”

“The Weavers are who make the silk you’ve seen.” She soon explained, “They’re job is two way. They act as not just security to some areas of the Colony, but they are good at being nursemaids and tend to the young nymphs when they’re growing.” Shima smiled some at that, but continued to explain, “The silk is used to help cater to the nymphs needs, or more importantly, reinforce the area with protection, entertain the nymphs-- and protect them from threats.”

Humming some, Harsho nodded in understanding that while the silk couldn’t be sold off-- at least the Shiftlings could aid in agriculture. He then consider something, something that could aid the Shiftlings as well as possibly introduce them to the public as he spoke. “Shima, while I can see the benefits, and possibly a potential home for you here with the Colony, there are a few things I have to do to ensure the safety of your Colony, as well as to make sure some of the citizens aren’t...shall I say rowdy?”

Looking to her as he continues on. “Despite each city being its own state-- the nation of Arabia can at least agree to a few certain old laws, laws like that one law Equestria made, the Preservation of Rare Creatures, or the E.S.P.R.C. requesting of all nations enforcing the laws of protecting creatures who are near extinction numbers to make sure they don’t die out.” having a humble emotion as well a bit amusing as he told with a wry smile. “I doubt even the Hunters will dare to anger those lot of the Society of Preservation.”

While that brought up a smile to Shima, she sighed and joked, “Does that mean I don’t have to mention the other stuff we Shiftlings could do to help out around here?”

He chuckled as he joked. “You can certainly try, just to keep me humble.”

She gave a small laugh, and told while shuffling her wings, “We’re in low numbers now, but once we get a stable colony? Our numbers will drastically climb with a ready supply of food around to feed from.” She gave a smile to that, and went on, “We can do more than agriculture. It might be something we’re good at, but we do more. We guard our borders from threats, we scare off threats and remove bigger ones. We hate clutter or trash laying around and remove that. We like keeping our territory tidy and maybe even in a way, happy, which feeds us in turn.” She smiled a bit more wider this time and told, “And while I don’t expect it to happen, I’m sure my daughters won’t mind doing a few extra chores around here. Maybe moving anything or helping build something?”

He couldn’t help but give a loud laugh of enjoyment, as he shook his head some, doing his best to calm down as he said. “I wish you came up to me a long time ago when you got here, you would have me sold at that alone and welcomed you all at the start!” calming some as he said in amusement. “Ever since Dejen showed up years ago-- things have been blessing me in ways I never expect!”

While Shima giggled to that, something pricked her mind and she quickly grimaced. “Oh… ah… I, forgot to mention one other con.” Sheepishly smiling up when she said, “I… well, once the colony is secure in its place… well, I’m not really the one you need to go to to ask anything or look for when it comes to things getting done, I guess.” Shifting around and telling, “The Colony acts like one singular body. I might be the Scion, it’s mother… but I’m not the Colony’s leader in any from. The.. well, the Colony is it’s own person, it’s own leader, I guess?”

He thought that hard and long, being silent as the only emotion he gave out was thoughtfulness as he took a sip, and soon asked in a calm tone. “So I would presume that I would specifically have to ask each of your daughters-- or at least one of them for something I need, or go to each part of this ‘body’ to ask how progress is going?”

Being fast to correct, Shima said, “If you need something done, just ask one of my daughters.” Then assuring, “They’ll send the message along and any available or nearby shiftlings will go do that task. If you need to know something? Just ask one of them and they might be able to tell you on the spot of how the progress of something is going.” Then thought on it and told, “We could get a type of shifting cast that can do that quickly… but it would take awhile.”

He hums a bit and soon asked. “So in a way, the Colony is connected together like Mercy Swarm mind in a sense? That they’re able to tell what the others are doing and send messages to specific shiftlings for that task?”

Trying to think of how to explain that concept in itself, Shima said, “Something like that.” Really, trying to explain it might take too long. “It’s more of a… wall needs to be built, with a general image or thought of the location, and any available Shiftlings go and make a wall there.” In complete contrast, it sounded… extremely simplified compared to the changing and their more in depth information network he heard about.

He hums a bit more, as he nodded. “I see, interesting, much more simple compared to the changeling and their ‘web’ of sorts.” he thought it over as he asked. “But in terms of ‘leadership’ you are saying that everyone has a say, is it like a consensus? That for each decision and choice, I have to talk to all of them and see what choice or decision they agree upon?”

“If you want.” Shima said, feeling this was the safest thing to do, “I could just be asked to come to you and tell you what they are thinking.” This was the safest thing she could think of, and possibly much more easier for the stallion. “Since no shifting is above the other? The whole colony could be seen as a person.” Then thought and said, “I’m mostly the mother, the wise one, the one that helps resolve bits of confusion or maybe help my children understand a concept so they can more easily choose what to do.” Then breathed in and told, “But I think I should also be their voice. You ask me, and with my stronger connection to them all? I can tell you what the Colony wants, or thinks.”

Harsho expression remain calm, as his emotions were always changing from doubtful, to thoughtful, to worry, concern, to even a few consideration as it seems he was thinking long and hard. After a near ten minute of silence from him as he drank his tea, he took one final sip of his tea. Settling it down on the table as he smile to Shima as he made his choice. “Welcome home Shima, I hope that our city will grow into a good one with the Colony settling in.”

Sighing in relief, Shima said, “Thank you, and I--” Then paused, noticing for a moment of not only the skittering sounds, but the lack of at least five of her girls. In an instant, her friendly demeanor became that of a stern mother. “Emmy, that wasn’t permission to wander off-- Katty, do not climb that tree--, Anny, dear, don’t start digging in the garden, he didn’t give us permission to start observing possible nesting spots!” Trying to get the curious children under control.

The Sultan chuckle, doing his best to not full out laugh at this sight as all he could manage to say with a smile of amusement. “I believe we should start talking about where the Colony might go, otherwise I fear that my garden will suddenly have holes and lost plants.”

Turning to him, Shima said, “If only it were so simple.” Then called out, “Girls, back here, right now!” Sounding much more stern this time-- then rushed back to sheepish towards Harsho, “I’m really sorry about that. They are on a hairline trigger to get things done-- if there are any large plots of dirt, point us to them and I’ll let them survey spots, if it works? Well…” She dragged off, “Expect the Colony to be here before ten hours and they will be moving in like a flood for it.”

“I’ll be sure to inform the city of the colony and use the laws to our advantage.” he then added. “Should I also help in with the talks to both Princesses Celestia and Luna? Considering the messenger already left by now, I dare say we should be ready for what may come.” having a thoughtful expression as he poured his teacup with tea again as he added. “I also may need to figure a few things out myself…” however he push that on the side as he told to Shima.

“And apologies accepted, from what I gather, they are like foals, they just can’t help themselves.”

Nodding, Shima said, “Well, I wouldn't mind if you were there when the Princesses came. I need to at least tell them what’s going on with Shiftlings, even if we won’t move once we’re established here.” Getting a nod from him as he took a sip. “And you’re right. My daughters are only barely a year old. They should be more well mannered when they hit two.”

Chuckling, he shook his head in amazement. “While Dejen did mention that-- it’s still surprising how fast growth they are, even more they look like in their teenage years. Not even changelings grow that fast.” taking another sip as he flick an ear and warn. “Better catch up, Katty was it? I think she is inspecting that vase over there with the exoitc plants from Griffonstone.”

Surprisingly, Shima was a bit calm, “She’s only investigating, she won’t bother that. Never seen a vase before.” Though she did peek from the corner of her eye, just to be sure. Until she had a larger swarm for a stronger connection… she still needed her eyes. “I’m more concerned about them tracking dirt and digging holes or making scratches.” Then glanced back and told, “And I’ll admit, the Colony will grow big and fast within a few months. I can guarantee that.” Then paused and told, “But, as forewarning? I’m not sure if anyone will… take a liking to my daughters, so I might as well mention this.” breathing in and telling, “Shifting drones only live ten years.”

He paused at this, as this...this was new. “Well…” being a bit speechless as he admittedly had no words for that. (done)

Nodding a bit sadly, Shima said, “None of my daughters are past a year old yet. So I haven’t seen it happen, but they keep their youthful strength and zeal for most of their life, only slowing down at their tenth year before, well… passing away in sleep I think. I’m just mentioning, because.. Well…” She sighed, “They’re still girls with hearts. I won’t be surprised if one of them… or maybe someone might take a liking and, well… you know…”

Giving a sympathetic nod, he said. “It will be difficult.” then sighed as he admits. “It might take a few months for the people to accept the Shiftlings-- but perhaps, if some do take a liking...then with hope that your daughters will have good memories with whoever they’re with.” he couldn’t help but frown as he was reminded of his ‘bachelor’ life as despite being 38, he in a sense was getting old and he knew that some of the people will hope for an heir from him.

I wonder if I can somehow trick Dejen in being a Sultan after I pass on? mused the horse as he took a sip of his tea, as while technically he could...he felt that even if he get a heir, it might cause issues in the future generations, and any day he could possibly die either from future assassination or possibly a war. And while Dejen was...not royalty, he trusted him enough for some of the things of the city-- even help made laws with the horse.

With a sigh, he look at Shima, noticing her expression as he no doubt knew she felt an influx of emotions from him as he apologized. “Sorry, I had, a couple thoughts of my own and was reminded that I should start thinking of forming a family of sorts.” giving a low smile adding. “I can’t stay young forever.”

Shima thought to that and told, “Hope for girls, even a rowdy daughter is better than a rowdy son.” Mostly thinking back to a few memories of her own. Though part of her paused at a thought, one that she considered.. Before shaking it off. Maybe it was too soon to think about it.

Glancing down in thought, Shima said, “I don’t know how anyone will act when the Colony comes, but please try and keep them calm?” Thinking back to her few Majors in particular. “The shiftling Casts are… a bit diverse, and a couple might look a bit scary to them.”

“I will do what I can, Shima. But as you know, the people tend to be...with various options.” sighing out as he shakes his head, but drank his tea as he flicks his ear and added. “But I think you need to start getting them, I hear the sounds of digging.”

Head snapping up at impressive speeds, Shima called out, “Elane! No, don’t dig in the flower beds! It’s fine as it is!” And abruptly got up and rushed off, what few daughters that had stuck near and seemingly tended to her also got up and rushed along, keeping close.

Chuckling, he took another sip of his tea as he considers his options as he frown at one thought. Urg, marriage. As much as appealing it sound-- it might cause trouble for both Dejen and for Shima in the long run… humming as he added in thought. Maybe play with the idea of concubines? Never really did that, and I’m certain Mercy won’t mind matchmaking me with some pretty mares.

Taking another sip as he contemplates a few thoughts...as he called out. “Shima, I’ll be heading out, I need to start preparing a speech for the entire people to hear, and do a few tasks, do you need help in walking out the palace?”

Pausing in stopping another one of her daughters, Shima said, “Maybe some guards? We need to be like this to find a suitable starting point.” Then went back to her job of getting her girls back in line.

He nodded, trotting out to a nearby guard and told. “Please find some guards to assist the Scion to keep an eye on her daughters and make sure they don’t get into trouble.” the guard saluted, as Harsho walked off, humming and contemplating many things and what needs to be done. Although one thing came to mind. I might need to start getting the heavy stuff of booze when I start seeing the complaints from the people.

When Shima was able to gather her daughters, and get them to at least follow her out to find a suitable place to start with guards flaking them, many of the citizens had to stop and pause, or watch with some uncertainty as they passed by. If it wasn’t for the guards around the Scion, then it was of the drones.

They nearly dashed about, not going too far away and their attention constantly tapping the ground and walls, or waving around to sniff the air around as they seemed to scout about. Shima was much more composed, having walked straight to a destination a guard provided her-- and keeping a sharp eye on her girls, occasionally calling them back to keep to path.

While the disruption was mostly brushed off by shop clerks or owners that needed to stay at their business, more than a few became curious and followed. The sight of the strange… changeling like bug-ponies was enough to spark a bit of panic, fear and curiosity.

It was when they reached the dirt patch that used to be a building, long torn down after it was deemed too dangerous, did Shima let her girls go out to explore the area. Like ant’s they took after, they rushed out, almost zigging and zagging about at some fairly impressive bursts, investigating every spot and crack. A few dug in the dirt a bit, making small holes or shallow pits, testing the area. Other moved old rubble aside and investigated. But after some fifteen minutes, did they stop.

Shima could literally see, if not feel, the signs when they happened. And like that, she too soon burst into a fast run, going straight to a spot where many of her daughters ran to-- before they all began to dig. Dirt flew and was moved, shuffle and piled. The group of seven began to break up, working in tandem. Some chose to dig down. Some chose to start working the dirt, their claw like hands secreting a clear putty like liquid resin to mix with the dirt. Other’s helped move the dirt, or began to figure out where to put the putty-like dirt. One of the drones, left in a run.

The crowds parted when it ran toward them, and watched as it scurried away, either around, over or under things or people before it left the city altogether-- particularly by crawling up and over a wall, surprising quite a few guards on it’s edge. From there, it was just the six digging and making a sizable entrance of dirt that hardened on its own, short time.

By some ten hours later, the Shiftlings had long vanished under the ground ever since they started. The guards still stood at attention, only catching glimpses of the drones now and then. Even the populace had lost attention after a while and left. But where things calmed down in one place, things picked up in another. Particularly, the front gate.

At first it was nothing, but as time goes on, dust could be seen, for a guard a sign of a possible caravan in the distance. But when the dots drew closer with the slight dust tail, they realized it wasn’t a caravan. It took a moment, but he was fast to alert his fellow arms-brother’s of their ‘guests’ that were coming. And no sooner had the call gone out, did curiosity rise again and the Scar’s even coming to see-- mostly to see what the Colony looked like.

For the most part, it was those same drones. Small and fairly harmless looking for the most part. But they weren’t the only ones. One of the biggest things they noticed, were what Shima told them was a Major-- being the big, burly 10 or so feet tall equin of a bug-pony with a thick, muscular shell. There were three, and she had no antennae compared to her sisters, and her claws only held three fingers. Though for her imposing looks and curved and fanned like crested armored heads… they could see other shiftlings hanging or riding on them-- mostly those with baskets or what looked to be younger shiftlings in their grasps.

There were more leaner shiftlings, ones with slight black stripes and an extra pair of legs, giving them six all together as well as an extra pair of eyes, though lacking attend to their sisters, and once more, only one or two seen. A few almost fairy-like Shiftlings were soon seen too, having dainty like figures and even sparkling long four wings. Then there were two last ones, these one actually made most keep away as they were almost the size of a normal mare-- but some spots of their chint was sharp, spiked, fangs showing, eyes in a near permanent glare and what looked to be almost like lean and thin wasp like stinger tails, a wicked looking barbs at their ends.

Gem whistle out as she had binoculars to look at. “Damn, when Shima said there were different types-- I had no idea she also meant with body figures to.” Herbal look in his own, as while he didn’t say anything-- he knew that he would be in the colony for a few days, mostly to ask as many medical questions as he could to document and file in the cases they might need medical attention.

“It is...something.” was all Mercy said in her disguised state, as she looked on, knowing that while the changelings had disguises, the shiftling seem to be superior in using specific emotions for different groups. What she also gain from her changelings that picked up the emotions of Shiftlings? The normal shiftlings drones are balanced, the ‘Majors’ are stoic and passive, the dainty winged ones were full of joy and good intent.

The spiders were mischievous, if not impish in nature as the last, the spiked ones, felt full of aggressive and near ill-tempered and impatient flames, as Mercy added. “I really hope both Hive and Colony can get along in the future…” Debt just look on, seeing through his own set as he just remark.

“Despite fewer numbers, they seem to hold their own.” Windy look through the binoculars as she had an awful look, as Dejen chuckled, patting her head as he used a spyglass, looking at them as he lowered his, as a grin was unable to be removed from his face as he said.

“For better or worse, we have a new addition to our city, let's hope we can keep the chaos on an all time low, eh guys?” there were a few murmurs and ‘yeah, yeah’, as they seem to all focus on the Shiftlings moving.

There was quite a few-- not counting the brood that was being mostly carried by the back of the Majors, it counted well near 30. IT was hard to tell how many more there were, as the young seemed to be next to shielded or hidden by basket’s or cloth.The spiked shiftlings seemed to nearly hiss, or give occasional glares to those that tried to get close-- though no incident had happened. It was becoming extensively clear that they were some form of guard, or soldier to the Colony-- even if there were only two. But even if they were just two, they looked plenty intimidating, even more the near foot long stinger that twitched at the end of their gaster tails.

In a nearly weird turn of events, whenever the ‘guards’ seemed to get more testy by any fearful or angry shouts of citizens, a single loud snort from the larger Majors seemed to get the aggressive shifting back in line, as if to remind them what their job was. And all the while, they kept to a rather straight path all the way to the dirt entrance, which they were slowly approaching through the many streets that were being cleared away to make room for them all. (end)

“Well, at least no trouble so far, right?” asked Gem as Dejen facepalm as she glanced at him and asked. “What?” As Dejen honestly hope that Murphy didn’t decide to screw things over. As he said to Mercy.

“If something comes up, get the changelings to diffuse the situation.” with a single nod from the Queen, they keep an eye out as Windy asked in curiosity.

“Master, do you think that people might do something, even though Harsho assured them?” Giving a glance down to her, as he smiled and patted her head as he told while looking back through the spyglass as he told simply.

“When people are afraid or angry-- they do stupid things. Alot of stupid things when emotions are high.”

Whether it be by luck, or a very well done Changing intervention, the shiftlings reached the large hole, the Majors slipping right in and going down into the dark depths, very shortly followed by their sisters which seemingly rushed in like a flood of water to a drain. When they all gone down though, that seemed to be it. Whatever show they were expecting didn’t seem to really happen. There was nothing flashy about it, and it seemed pretty straight forward. It almost seemed anticlimactic to a few.

A few did wait, though in doing so they only got to wait long enough to watch one Major make its way back up to the surface, before sitting down heavily and look akin to a chitin wall blocking the entrance to the colony’s front door. From there, it was mostly seeing a few shiftlings coming up to stack dirt outside, then going back down to presumably keep digging.

As there were silence, as slowly the people of the city began to leave, and the six major members of Scars look at the chitin ‘door’ as before anyone said anything, Dejen told. “No Herbal, you’re not going to talk to them yet, they need to organize things before you start asking any questions.” The thestral gave a glance, having an annoyed look as he told.

“I wasn’t going to go there now, Dejen.” to which Mercy told in a flat tone.

“You had anticipation building up with a side of curiosity and a desire to learn-- I say Dejen assumption is reasonable.” then glance to the grumbling thestral as she added. “Be patient, all good things come in good time.” while Gem snicker at that and Windy giggle some, Dejen merely told as he lowered his spyglass.

“Alright everyone, back to work. We need to work on damage control and make sure no one stupid bother our new friends.” there were a few nods as they moved to their respective areas, as they knew that anything could happen in the city. But even as they moved out and did their work, they sort of knew how much work they had to go through...but they didn’t expect what would happen in the next day.

As in the morn, and with a quick report on the area the Shiftlings made, Scars and the populace were taken aback from the now formed ant-hill mound. As the normal variant of Shiftlings were seen going in and out constantly, mostly to stack and add more dirt to the structure, widening it or making it taller. One Major was seen still out there guarding, with one of the soldiers keeping watch from a highpoint on the still quickly building hill.

Dejen had to admit, he was impressed by what he saw, as he looks over with his spyglass. Seeing everything as the armored Hyena hum a bit, lowering the spyglass as this was something he had to see for himself from what was reported. As Dejen mused a bit. And apparently with high energy and need to work, they are fairly efficient in it, they got a single mind zeal in their job and work down to the bones to complete it. writing a bit in a make-shift pencil made out of thin charcoal and wood as to add a few details down.

Looking through the spyglass more as he thought. Although I do wonder when they’ll hit near the tunnels-- or through them. Gotta happen sooner or later. looking over the group as he noticed the ‘soldier’ was a little twitchy from her post, apparently looking around her surroundings and her attentia whipping about as to find any danger-- or have a reason to attack said danger.

While the Major seem...pretty calm, like a giant wall of sorts and not seem to be phased even if the drones tend to climb all over her. Even occasionally help lifting and placing a cobble of resin and dirt onto the mound. Interesting...although I do wonder if the soldier spots me, granted I’m a bit far away for her to notice me...but there’s a first time for everything thought the info broker as he kept looking over the sight.

For the most part, they seemed more focused on making their hill for the longest time, and next to ignoring those that either came to gawk, watch or were passing by. The apparent soldier made no move to target them, or didn't bother hissing unless someone tried to take a step near the hill. They normally got the hint and backed off.

Some few hours later, did things shift. Some shiftlings, mainly the recently noticed spider-like ones, climbed out of one of the hills many new doors. Behind the girls, were more shiftlings. Smaller, younger and all carrying what could only be defined as bags of dirt. Or, right up until they began to dig into the surrounding hard dirt. Most began to slightly tilt and turn it, softening and loosening before the sacks were opened, the contents being some still young plants. Mainly the small bushes or vines to the seeds they had planted at the Oasis.

Not long after this, while they were still working, did the workers soon separate. While some kept digging, the new group breaking off began to investigate their ‘plot of land’ as it was. They seemed excited, dashing around and looking at everything and even lifting stones and rubble up like excited children with a new discovery before placing it back down and continuing until they came to some unseen wall.

That wall, was the end of their dirt land, and to the smooth sandstone used for the roads. Quite a few pedestrians paused, watching cautiously as the shiftlings rather tentatively, if not cautiously, move forwards, athenai constantly sniffling about-- mostly at the ground if anything. It was… strangely tense, if not awkward.

Okay, this got to be a Shiftling thing when making plants grow. thought Dejen as he was trying to keep an eye on all of them, grumbling a bit to himself that he didn’t bring binoculars and had to use a spyglass-- which he should of gotten hours ago. But did his best to pay attention as to see what he could learn, even though part of him felt like something or someone was spying on him for some odd reason.

Really, it was something he had to slightly ignore just to keep track of all the activity. The soldier moving about on the top of her hill. The workers building said hill. The young and just barely 3 foot tall young shiftlings planting their seedlings. The Spider like shiftlings making apparent patrol rounds near the younger generation. The newly and apparent workers-turned-scouts now probing the edges of their established home.

It was a wonder how so much could go on, but there is no clear or really defined leadership keeping it all organized as it was.

and yet they managed to do it well with them working like a cog in a machine. All working together and producing results as they each fit each piece-, he almost double take as he scanned around. Wait, there were 7 of those normal Shiftlings! Where did last go? quickly scouting around as to try to find her, only to feel multiple taps on his side as he forced himself to not jump as he gave a single fast glance.

Seeing that one missing scout was now apparently smelling him. And looking very curious. Okay ...so there was a reason why I felt that nagging feeling of being spied on. snorting some as he lowered the spyglass and asked in slight sarcastic and amusement. “Enjoying getting a good take on me?” raising a brow under his helmet as he asked. “How you spotted me anyway? I’m far away enough that you couldn’t sense me easily.”

Pausing in her apparent investigation, she seemed to blink, her willow green irises glinting in only childlike curiosity while she told, “I smelled changeling scent and followed it. Then I smelled your scent mixed with it.” Not really elaborating far, but one glance at the two twitching antennae, Dejen felt he had a fairly good idea of just how sensitive those things were now.

“Huh...well, fair enough.” said Dejen as he leaned back and asked in curiosity. “Aren’t you supposed to be helping the others grow something from the mound?” taking a quick peek into the spyglass as to oversee-, oh crap...a soldier is missing. thought Dejen as he had two guesses. Either one is back in the hole...or the other is currently seeking the scout next to him. He assumed the latter as he took a low sigh and lower his spyglass.

Blinking, she told, “No. I’m scouting. My sisters can keep working on the hill.” Then asked, “What are you doing?” Looking for him, then to where he was looking, squinting to try and see what he was trying to look at.

He glance to the mound as he motioned her to the spyglass as he helped her look through it as he told. “I was looking at the mound, making sure that everything was fine really.”

Looking though for a moment, he heard a rather happy gasp, “Oh,wow, you can see Colony form here!” Then pulled away… then blinked to herself. With a glance, she asked with a tilted head. “You’re scout too?”

“Well...not fully.” said Dejen as he put his spyglass away, as well as his reporting kit as he went on. “I’m just someone who keeps an eye on things.” then got on his feet, stretching some as he glance to the sky. Hmm, a bit in the afternoon-- maybe evening if I read the sky right, might be best if I head back. giving a glance as he jokes in slight amusement. “Now if you pardon me, I believe I’m needed back in my hive.” jumping off the rooftop as he began moving over rooftop over rooftop as he muse in his thoughts.

Cute kid, almost reminds me of my cousin, always so curious of things and wanting to know more. although a part of him should ask Shima if he gained the chance of how far the Colony been digging, as he came down to the ground, heading towards one of the wells as he gave it a tug, as he enters in and climb down to the bottom and enter in a passage through the tunnel.

Leading him through a straight path into the den as he heard a few scratches, he mused on what he was hearing, but shrugged it off. However even after entering in the den, he noticed everybody ears flicking as now and then a few scratch sounds were against the walls or ceilings as a changeling rubbed his ear with a hoof as he grumble. “The Shiftlings are probably digging around the den now. Surprise they didn’t dig through by accident.”

Another drone rolled his eyes as he reminded his fellow. “Soft dirt and sandstone are easy to tell apart, especially digging.” and while Dejen moved on, he considers what reports to file up, as well as what reports he might gain from Mercy. However when he came up by the Queen for reports, all she had to give was that beside a few scouts? The Shiftling are keeping to their plot of land, as apparently Shima hasn’t been seen since she entered the Colony. Still hopefully things will be fine within a week or so ...right?