i don't know if i've ever introduced myself here; so, to continue...
you could say it more floats down, the way rocks usually don't. landing softly in the open meadow.
it is a large rock. larger then many private vehicles, smaller them most houses.
a crack appears in one side. an irregular crudely circular crack. that portion swings downward, hinged at its base, to form a ramp.
hydraulic cylinders are revealed opening it. within a valve type door opens, sliding apart, and a green anthro cat steps out, down the ramp, takes a deep breath of clear mountain air and sighs.
good to be home. he thinks out loud to himself, not seeing anyone about, but not really checking carefully either.
touching a control on his wrist, the ramp closes back up. the rock looking once again like a natural part of the landscape, settling down into the meadow another fifth of its height, to appear as if it had always been there.
having checked maps and having a pretty good feeling for direction, themnax sets off in the direction of the nearest tram stop that will take him into town.




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