The chrysalis was the same colour as the moss around it; camouflaging the rock and the gembound inside. It lay undisturbed among the ferns, until the gembound inside opened it's eyes.

There, the creature inside lay, conscious for days - maybe even weeks. It didn't particularly bother him that he was trapped in there; in fact it irritated him when a crack appeared in his residence one day. Some newborns have issues emerging from the chrysalis, but fortunately for this one, his issue was that he didn't want to leave.

When the stone cracked and the tamarin found himself lying on the ground covered in a strange fluid, he was cold. He was pathetically small and shivering. As he looked around, the place he found himself might as well have been a gehenna than a forest of moss.

Slowly, the tamarin got himself to his shaking feet, looking around.

"When I speak"

When I think