Mialia

Just another day in the oasis borne village of Wellsprings, The Hozo tribe made into thriving village of hearty warriors and silk weavers, tall adobe walls kept out the majority of the chitinous nasties that reside in the desert, ironically they also need the chitin to make a certain glue like substance that form permanent bonds when dry, a precious resource that all tribes covet and will trade dearly for as well as silk as you've recently learned after waking up to existence with no memories and a strange diamond shaped implant in your left forearm. Lucky for you they found you just outside the perimeter walls, not the first straggler they've come across they glady take you in as long as you contribute, the idea of hunting giant deadly insects you opted to be a "Silkie" a relatively simple job of raising Lymantria larva a large eight foot long caterpillar as round as a barrel. A species of giant moths called Lymantria in a mutual relationship of protection for their invaluable silken cocoons and tasty larvae meat. It was your first day carrying a basket of shredded tree leaves, observing the other Silkie at work, tossing the shredded foliage around as the larvae gather, their pudgy little bodies wiggling in excitement, the way she spoke was endearing, like a mother cooing to their child, your observations are interrupted by a pulling on your pants as a group of the larvae have surrounded your legs their three to four foot length bodies were heavy as you struggle to balance the basket of leaves and end up tripping, spilling the basket of leaves as they begin crawling over you to get to the food. "Great first impression" She is trying her best not to bust out laughing watching you.