>>5353694There, you find that Glowie’s transformation into a mother really IS a profound and fundamental one, perhaps even more than the Drow are used to. As you were forewarned, she has cocooned herself completely: the chamber to which you are guided is a small cave, but utterly filled with crisscrossing, luminescent strands of goopy silk string. Some of the cords are thin as gossamer, some thick as dwarven elevator cable from the collapsed fort. You carefully weave your way through them, getting ensnared more than once, but you extract yourself from them with care rather than cutting them apart… For they suspend a great ovoid of bundled silk at the centre, surrounding a hardened, egg-like core. Deep within, a grub-like figure can be seen, shining through the layers and layers of hardened worm-silk and adhesive goo: Glowie, in her natural form.
You can’t see the particulars, but she’s bigger than you remember—roughly twice or three times your size. Even curled upon herself, she takes up most of the chamber. You recall her mother, who towered like a titan—almost dragon-sized, albeit most of her body composed of a great, trailed, leg-studded egg-sac and ovipositor. It’s a far cry from the almost cute creature who held your hand months ago, let alone the Novice-derived, thick-reared, honestly-quite-fetching Serpent priestess which she disguised herself as.
“We will leave you to your visit,” says one of the dak elf attendants.
“But do not be long, and do not disturb her unduly,” the other cautions. “We are not familiar with this one’s species, but we know that pupating beetles require peace, and do not take kindly to physical disruption, or even to loud noise.”
The two elves leave, though they do not go far—you can hear their shuffling just outside the room. They’re quite protective of the metamorphosing worm-woman.
For your part you…
>Are disgusted by this whole affair, despite the warnings, and since all seems well you promptly take your leave [-affection]>Find yourself missing Glow, and wish to bring her some comfort; maybe you can commune with her by some means?>Concern yourself most with her brood—your strange and monstrous children—and wish to reach out to them with Reptilian Empathy if you can>Think you feel something almost like… ‘Love’, maybe? You think you’ll take your torpor here tonight, bathed in the strange glow of your first mate as she slumbers [+affection] 