The gathering season was at an end, and the sound of swarming wings filled the air. Ants scurried into place as you swallowed thickly and drew yourself up to your full height. The grain offering was smaller than last year, and Hopper wouldn't be pleased. Sure enough, the ground shook beneath your feet as the gnarled face of the leading grasshopper landed before you. "Princess." His sardonic respect was noted; he loomed over you and his antennae trailed over your face. "Explain."