"What is in it? Caves always have hazards and inconveniences," says Carinna warily.
"Harmless plants and creatures," Kanim says, "two springs, attractive crystal formations, a small maze, things like that - I will leave the specifics to be discovered, it's more fun that way, don't you think?"
"I think so," agrees Kiawen. "As long as you're sure Carinna won't be bothered!"
"Quite sure," says Kanim, "and if she is bothered we can always nip her out of there, it doesn't distort space or anything tricky like that."
"Okay," says Carinna decisively, "then I guess we can go to it."
"I think Cricket would probably terrorize them, and also, the fact that none of them have left the cave on their own suggests that they need to be here," says Kanim. "But you can come here and visit them whenever you like."
"I want to come back here a lot," she announces.
"Me, too," says Carinna. "This is the best cave." She rubs her puffball-critter on her cheek.
"What should we name it?" asks Kiawen, doubling back from an excursion into the crystal maze in the back. "The cave I mean."
"The Cave of the Crystal Maze. The Cave of Pocket Creatures," says Kiawen, trying her black-and-white in her pocket and finding it a good fit.
"The Cave of Soft Fluffy Things," says Tanalin, when one of her puffballs rolls into her hand.
"I like that," says Carinna. "Most caves are nasty and just want to trap you in the dark or shut you up with monsters or something - this one is nice."
"I'm not sure!" says Tanalin. "Round Fluffy Glowy Things With No Discernible Features is a bit of a mouthful. And it leaves out how warm and soft and nice they are. And the cute little sounds they make. What about yours, Kiawen? They almost look like round little bears."
"They do! Little black and white bears that don't bite and fit in my pocket. Hmmm. They are black and white. Piano bears?"
"Poofs," giggles Tanalin. She gathers her lapful of poofs into her arms and hugs them all at once. They squeak a chorus of tiny squeaks and glow softly.