‘All beauty is devoured by darker entities, eventually, Ambrellia. Look at this blood-orchid; see how the kernels are crackling in the new Autumnal chill, and falling into the mouths of these young wing-backed mottles?’ Lacharus pointed to the miniscule creatures; their mouths were stretched open, savouring the musky-scented beads. ‘…after several days, several feedings, they will flee the nest to navigate the soils.’
‘So, if mottles eat blood-orchids, then do we eat mottles?’ she asked her Master, curiously.
‘Mottles are our only needed source of nutrition, dear child; without them, the Sappens would surely become extinct. In several days you may eat one whole, but for now, you must eat them pulverised; for your tubular intestinal is not yet prepared to endure such richness.’