He looked stung, and glared at her. “It was totally dry! You could see where the tide had pushed seaweed up the bank, but it was dried and crunchy…and further up, it’s all flat and dry. And pretty!”
She wanted to groan. Not more spores!
He read her dismayed expression, and grinned like a maniac. “No, no! Little gold and silver crystals in the walls, like the ones down in our cave!”
Mica? She heaved a heartfelt sigh of relief. Mica was a harmless translucent mineral. Even on this unique island, it couldn’t possibly cause them any harm.
Anxiously she glanced down the steep slope. The loose shale made it treacherous, and salty spray was already pluming through the narrow blowhole Mac and she had climbed up the other day. The tide was sweeping in fast.
“Wait here!” She edged down very cau
