Huntress

Very well, ssspiidderr. Keep your organsss, for now.

All those gooey bugssss, all so reluctant to share their organs. Sssooo much coaxing and gnawing, and prodding.

They should be proud! Their ssmall sssacrifice would become much sssustenance for my ferocious young.

Hornet

I will not offer my own organs, hunter, though I may bring the meat of others slain.

Good ssspidderr! Ssskewered. Ssshredded. Ssseared! Bring it all. Much will be needed, enough to sate my brood to come.

Hornet

Several of my tools can prepare the meats as you request. I have been fortunate to find so varied an arsenal within your lands.

My brood has not long till hatching, ssssspiddderrr. Do your duty ssswift, and you shall sssee reward for the sssslaughter.

I await the meat, sspiidder. Bring me much. Enough to sate my brood to come.

Ssssppiidderr... Your ssstench is strange... yet similar. Your tension isss smelt strong. Do I ssseem a threat to you?

Hornet

This whole land keeps me cautious, tall one, and your claws look to have seen much sharp use.

Yesss... I kill, gladly, but only to feed my ssshhhell, and my brood to come.

Your meat... much ssssustenance it could grant... but too hard to pry... Your long, false claw would ssslash back ssswift.

Hornet

Good, so you can sense my skill, as I yours. A truce then, that we both shall live beyond our meeting.

Hornet

I will not offer my own organs, tall one, though I may bring the meat of others slain.

Good ssspidderr! Ssskewered. Ssshredded. Ssseared! Bring it all. Much will be needed, enough to sssate my brood to come.

Hornet

Your demand is extensive. First, I must acquire tools appropriate to the task. My current arsenal will not grant your wish in full.

My brood has not long till hatching, ssssspiddderrr. Find your tools. Do your duty ssswift, and you shall ssee reward for the sssslaughterrr.

Would you gift organs for my brood, sssppiidderr? Upon first waking my children will be consumed with craving.

You’ve done well, sspppidderrr. Upon these fine meats my children will gorge and grow.

Hornet

And better the organs of others than they feed upon your own, yes?

Sssssskkkk... One should not be surprised, for the sssspppider to perceive the truth of my requests.

Hornet

A child of one like you, many times I’ve seen it similar. They will be born hungry, with sharp tooth and claw.

Hornet

In their birth-craze, your own meat would delight as much as another bug’s. This feast is distraction, in hope to save your shell.

Is that shameful? A mother who would not sacrifice herself for her children to grow sssstttrong? Is it wrong to want? To witnesss their first flight, their first hunt. To see them kill, and grow?

Hornet

Your choice is your own, tall mother. You won’t be judged by me. I’ve seen enough sacrifice. I’ve no love for the act.

Have you seen it... small sspidderrr.... that cruel Citadel, weighing heavy atop tthissss land?

My hunger may seem great, but that place... that is consumption unending...

You stay, ssppidderrr? My brood needsss meat, much.. the organsss of othersss, or would you instead offer your own?

Gift a sshhell’s warm insidess as sweet feast for my brood’sss birth-meal?

You have them, sspiiddderrr! The smell is upon you, all those organs, rich prepared for feasssting.

You would deny my brood their strength, ssspiidderr? A cruel creature you are. Surely your sssmall shell needs hardly so much?