Snippet #2701484

Vinculum nodded at Aryell, "It is good to meet you then, Aryell. I could use a place to sleep after walking for three days here. Thank you for allowing me into your home. I am an imperial we are transformed in eggs from lessers with more time and attention from the Matriarch. Though I was born as one."

His arms glow with a force shield his muscles taut as Vinculum makes fist, "We ensure the safety of the Matriarchy that is our purpose. We also serve the Matriarchy as the breedstock of our caste but you do not have leave of Matriarch Oculi."

"We trust the Matriarchy that seems like it is just or if with cause to believe it is still so." He continued as they walked, "If you proved yourself unjust that it could not be forgiven then either I will kill you or you will kill me. It is as it should be."

When they came to the ship he bent down to scale the gangplank hitting his backpack on the bottom of the ship. He tried to stand but hit his plated head with a loud clonk on a beam. It didn't phase him but managed a stooped posture to remove his backpack. Now protected the bony plates on his head sloughed backward the leathery face protection retracting down below his jawline. It revealed a dusky-colored human face with flat-black eyes. The Matriarchy revered the face of High Matriarch Bvetin's dreamer and took pains to ensure Vinculum had a human face appropriate of his sire. It was strong and symmetrical as the Imperial egg from within which he was shaped was their marble to carve. Though he clearly had a human mouth his throat was very Gardener.

He looked at the kitchen as the speaker on the floor duly vocalized his face stock still, "What do you eat here, Aryell? I cannot eat meat the Dreamer of High Matriarch Bvetin prefers."