Chrysalis decided to not inquire further, and instead got to her hooves. Continuing to hold the icepack to her face, she looked around at all of the changelings. “Okay, listen to me!” All of the hushed conversations died out immediately, her hundreds of subjects waiting for her orders. “To the east there is a small pony town, ripe for the taking. The ponies within are all soft farmers, and will be unable to withstand an attack of our numbers. Then, we will take them back to the Hive as our prisoners.”