| A little smaller than a rugby ball, with a smooth, rippled, slightly translucent surface. It seemed coated in some kind of hard, shiny enamel -- but just underneath, the skin shimmered with wild, deep swirls of colors. Midnight blues, forest greens, inky, dark browns; all interweaving above, through, and underneath each other. Wendy was transfixed. She found what she thought may have been a small crack in the top of the casing, and lightly ran her fingertips over it as she would the skin of a lover. "Ohhhh..." she moaned softly to herself. "So smooth ... and so pretty... Gods, there are Lovelock ... |