“Beauty,” she whispered.
She looked at the ancient world around her, as if she’d been transported back to the age of dinosaurs. She could almost see a small raptor skirt around the trunk of one of the wooden towers.
“What was that?”
She turned to the voice that broke through her serenity. Boys…
“What?” she said, speaking above the natural sounds of the daintree. The sound still disturbed her peace.
“I think I just saw something over at that tree,” he said.
She blinked. Okay, so maybe she actually had seen something. Not a raptor, obviously… But something.
“Fine, then,” she said. “Why don’t you find out?”
He seemed hesitant. “Nah…”
“Why not? If you’re so curious –”
“Look, it was probably nothing –” he said. “Why don’t you see what it was?”
She paused. What was she supposed to say to that? If she refused, he’d just throw it back at her. So she agreed.
Creeping slightly forwards, she took a few leaping steps forward. No sooner had she touched the trunk than a lizard leapt at her face. It was frilled-headed, reminiscent of a triceratops.
Jordan quickly intervened, careful of the spikes, pulling it off. It scampered up the nearest trunk.