" A Jenny...what the hell"?
The ground was cool on their feet. It felt like plastic.
"Anson, are you okay? You called me 'Jenny'".
"No...nevermind, Priscilla, there's something familiar th..."
Just then the low shape uncurled from the far side of the craft.
It was a odd mix of purple crab and mantis It rose on two pair of mutli-articulated legs. stepped over the crystal craft. It extended a slender neck against the starry, and reached toward them with an elegantly slender claw with holes running along the upper edge.
Priscilla's hand found Anson's when they heard an odd sound coming from the claw.
"I am called Lomax, the keeper of songs.
Tell me of your songs."
Priscilla began to laugh nervously.