Matriarch
You feel your questions go out like a pulse among the minds of the two drones. They both stop for a moment, as if processing it. Moments later a torrent of memories and experiences flood you.
First was their hatching. all of them hatched within an hour of the last. The First dutifully helped all the others with hatching and had a couple of berries gathered up already. This one is actually with you now. Its a bit smaller then the others. the second went to forage and was promptly killed by one of the strange creatures from the sky. the third was born missing an arm, and later was picked off by one of the strange wriggly creatures in the evening hours. the Fourth is also with you, not much of note has happened to this one. the Fifth is the only one whos fought and killed one of the wriggling creatures. its remains constituted your first meal. the sixth after gathering quite a few berries and exploring quite far, fell prey to the alluring plant. the Seventh has been building up the beginnings of your hive. mulching up wood to create walls. the eighth was helping the Seventh when it was snatched by another one of the fly creatures the ninth and tenth stumbled into what seemed to be a den of the wriggling creatures and were immediately killed.
>what do
>Take berries back to the hive. Share with other drones and then store the rest









