Daniel, one hand ready to push open his shared room’s door, watched while the bug-horse guard chattered at him with a commendable attempt at a smile. The male bug-horse was still as undecipherable as all of the bug-horses before it, despite his last few hours of listening to the Queen talk in her buzzing speech as well as mentally ‘talk’ with him. It was all the same buzzes, clicks, and chirps to him.