They each became to face her then, Minos gaping, whilst Tryson beckoned for her to come down. "Don't worry, Diane . Minos is one of the proper ones."
One of the correct ones? So, there had been bad ones?
Still cautious, Diane swung her legs again over the department and let herself drop, catching her stability on the uneven ground and looking at them each for a 2d before beginning slowly in the direction of them.
Her coronary heart raced looking at this… man? Bull? What? Minos's head seemed like a large bull's, totally with the wide, wet, black nostril and nostrils that had scented her from some way off, apparently. Those wicked horns rose from both side of his skull. His eyes were so dark, until she was once close they appeared black, but when she reached the men, she could make out t
