Wait for the others? Ah hell, Coretha grinded her teeth together under the supposition that she'd have to put her aims on hold just because a bunch of randies had to rely on the bus. Why did that mean she couldn't just jump ahead and get to the magical stuff? And who was this chick thinking she was supposed to interact with during that period, Yellow Mask was still spouting barely legible nonsense. She took several steps back and began tapping her boot aggressively against the ground. She'd find something to blow up later, but for now she just needed those damn bus-takers to hurry up.
As she stood there and fumed, Wyphem looked between the two girls several times, wondering what the hold up was. Surely he had found the right place, the crawlies said that this was where the fresh batch of pupa were to begin the processing. Yet there was only one other Pupa besides him here, and only one Learner to facilitate the processing. That couldn't be right, the crawlers had stated that there would be others coming along with them, so what exactly had happened? This lack of coordination could only mean that this area's matriarch had to divert resources somewhere else, it was the only thing that could explain the well-oiled machine of a hive coming undone for even a second-
Wait!
Wyphem shook his head, this was not the hive. He had to remind himself that several times, as he wasn't used to the constant sunlight and greenery of the Topside. He had to stop comparing it to the Hivelands if he wanted to survive and prosper in the Queen's name. To that end, he needed the crawlies more than ever, as they were native to the Topside. The other young creature was not a Pupa like himself, the slightly older creature was not a Learner facilitator like they had back at the hive. They were Topsiders, and he was to recognize them as such.
The older Topsiders words were difficult to listen to, as Wyphem kept getting distracted by the unnatural motions that the Topsiders' facial orifices made as they spoke. It was horrifying to attempt to replicate such ghastly movements, but it was necessary. He'd tried numerous times to contact them via the mental link he had with all other Swarmlings and even the Crawlies, but that was to no avail. The Topsiders were deaf to the link, and so he had few means by which to communicate. From the odd looks they kept sending him, it was clear he was doing terribly.
But the older Topsider had gestured for them to remain in place, and that meant he would be close to the other Pu-Young Topsider. So he obliged, unwilling to go against her words. Ever so cautiously, he began his approach, expertly maneuvering his way towards his fellow youngling whilst trying not to seem too hasty. A proper Swarmling Step that most adopted when walking in formation.
Of course, to Coretha it looked as if Yellow Boy was doing one hell of an awkward dance as he approached. She rolled her eyes, but wound up looking back to the doors as the guide girl called for help. A guy arrived only to grow confused as he looked to them. He immediately recommended they wait for a teacher to arrive and inform them, causing Coretha to tilt her head in confusion until she saw the painfully obvious forced smile that the other chick was giving now. She couldn't help it, immediately chuckling out loud as she dragged what's his name away, She'd called him Hokoso or something, right?
Of course, her humor didn't last, as soon Yellow Boy had finished his approach.
"Make new Greets Topside Youth dwelling." he stated whilst crossing his arms in front of him
"Fetter limbs contact clean and quick, yes?"
Coretha took a long breath,
"My guy, I have no idea what the hell you're saying."
"More say Idea?" Wyphem tilted his head
"Guy Not Greenland Hive Pupa processing arrival."
Coretha turned to look at him, wondering for just the briefest of seconds whether she was being pranked. This suspicion only grew the longer that Wyphem rambled, and she slowly came to the realization that it was going to be one hell of a long wait.