the ants are my friends

“We’re so high up,” Schuyler said, frowning slightly.

Carlisle made a noise of agreement. “I wanted you to be safe, young master,” he said, his voice faint. He banked to one side and started circling two small forms.

Schuyler blinked. “They look like ants, we’re so high up,” he marveled.

“They are members of the away team, young master,” Carlisle said, as he descended.

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