“Insects? Er...well…” She wasn’t particularly fond of insects, truth be told. They gave her the heebee jeebees.
“Insects have pretty short life spans, and in the fall you find their poor little bodies strewn about pretty much everywhere. Including in piles of fallen leaves.” Ralla continued, as if Lydia had responded by saying that she absolutely adored creepy crawlies and all their cousins. “They are also, generally, quite small - making them the perfect thrall for you.”
Now Lydia’s expression shifted to one of moderate confusion. “How so…?”
Given the choice, Lydia would never have chosen any kind of insect as a thrall. Her first had been a crab, which had happened entirely by accident - and ended up getting forgotten about until it was eventually stolen from her by a seagull, who sma
