Chapter 55: King Of The Face Of God Part 2

They found the tyrannosaur two days later.

"Damn, this place is nice." Andrea shifted on the triceratops and looked out at the forest.

"'Primval,' the Meggans called it." Trals's voice rumbled behind her. "It was in this forest their children first huddled before venturing back onto the salt-poisoned Face of God to become the Ethlek nation."

The water-cut ground was lush with bushes of the tuning-fork and triceratops-foot variety, as well as gangly, glossy-leafed trees with flowers of yellow, white, and pink. Clouds of insects hovered in slanting yellow sunbeams, and crow-sized birds swooped and skittered around the cedars and dawn-redwoods like feathered squirrels. The air was humid but cool, full of little swirling breezes that rustled the petals carpeting the forest floor.

"Why did you guys ever leave this place?"

"You will see." Trals gave the triceratops a good smack with the goad and leaned back, letting Srav run her taloned fingers through his hair.