The Enclave Was Beautiful, but in the Right Light, So Was Edite

Rana's head aches didn't start until she had been sinking with the swarm for hours. But her head was already aching after only one and the council's incessant messages only made it worse. The bots moved from field to field in clouds of silver, ebbing and flowing beyond the enclaves walls. Rana nudged them along. When they lingered, they wouldn't be truly autonomous any time soon. Just a few more days, then the storms would flood the valley, and all the burrows would be locked down for months. That's when she'd leave. No one would be able to track her in those conditions, not even editek with their drones