Right, sorry for the delay, traveling for work for a few weeks...here goes a quick addition then... -----STORY The exterior of the glowing ball fell away in a thin gossamar curtain as it gently touched down, revealing on oddly shaped cacoon. Arathorn hesistated then took a tentative step forward, his actions playing against all his fears. Mayata, loathe to release her grip on his hand, followed a half step behind. The cacoon swelled gently, then relaxed, rose and fell again, almost as if breathing. In fact, were it not for the faint glow that seemed to eminate from somewhere deep within it Arathorn would have half expected to see a head slowly rise up from the undulating mass. As it was the wrinkled velvety covering, with or without the glow, inspired more curiosity than fear, the startling terror of only seconds earlier quickly forgotten, and within an instant all of the cave people were pushing in for a closer look. As they watched the pulsating glow increased in pace in concert with repeated "respiration". The effect was nearly stupifying as each one there stood staring deeper into the throbbing light. Slowly at first, almost inpercetibly, the cacoon began to swell. One by one the folds and wrinkles smoothing as it grew in size. Wrapt now the onlookers could only stare, all volition to move away or shy from danger somehow erased by the light and the movements of the thing before them. They could sense more than see movement now within the cacoon, something appearring to writhe in its awakening. Then, slowly, almost seductively, a hole began to tear in the top of the cacoon. Something cutting its way carefully out from the inside. The gash widened in a painstakingly slow arch as the cacoon's sole occupant began to emerge. -------STORY Sorry for the spelling and typical word choice. Just trying to keep the momentum going between customer meetings. :) Back to you then Drekkin?