Sister saw many siblings flash before her eyes. A dragon. A sibling with tentacles similar to her. A winged sibling. Many more. Their features intrigued her. She felt the strong impulse to study each and every one of them, to unleash a series of sonar clicks to judge their innards, but the images were fleeting. Sister found herself scrambling to remember them, to find them, to analyze them. Eventually, she focused on Mother again.

Understood, Sister said back. She adjusted her face-plates. Explore. Observe. Develop. Sister scratched the ground with her claws in barely contained excitement. She felt--no, she knew that she was made for this. Her purpose slotted into the fresh annals of her mind perfectly. She would see the world. The thought filled her with a thrill. She did not feel...physically capable. At the very least, at this moment. She looked down at her writhing tentacles. She had control over them. A little. She could flex muscles in them, though she did not yet know what their purpose was. She would have to inspect them thoroughly later. Practice would ameliorate any issues with them she faced. Her form was a frustration that she would dissect piece by piece. That, then, was her first, personal goal. Then, she could truly concentrate on what Mother had directed her to do.

She chirruped in thought, then focused her thoughts on Mother once again. I will speak with my siblings in person, and...practice my form. She did not look forward to that second part. However, she wanted to see the designs of her siblings deeply. Sister raised herself on her forward arms, and dug her rear arms into the ground, turning to leave. Thank you, Mother. Sister began to drag herself away. She had a complex, arduous task ahead of her, but Sister felt nothing but exhilaration at the thought of doing nothing but that for the foreseeable future.

;exit Sister unless stopped!

MOTHER

"Go, Zero-One-Six. I will be with you."

She was dismissed, but it was true: Mother, and the entire Hive, rode with her. In her mind, listening, watching, offering all their collective knowledge and experience to draw from.

@Sister (for visibility)