Alabaster woke at the crack of dusk, that moment when the sunlight warming where she slept began to recede from the depths of the cave and the air began to cool. She slowly dragged herself outward as the sun's rays faded. It was near the end of the day, and they would soon arrive bringing their offerings. Not everything would be to her liking, but she accepted all of it as gracefully as she could manage.
She could not remember how long it had been since landing on this strange shore. Her memories of home were starting to fade. She had grown old among strange creatures who revered her almost as much as they feared her. Once in a while a small group would brave the darkness of her lair to poke and prod her. They measured her temperature at various orifices. The sampled her body fluid and attempted to ascertain her mass. Somehow that seemed long overdue, as if they had lost interest in her. And quite frankly, she had grown quite tired of having her sleep interrupted by the ordeal.
