“Then, this is not the Jurassic!” Belvedere said in amazement.
“This is Temporalis,” Alunia replied dispassionately.
Belvedere was tall at six feet and big with it. He towered over the slender figure who glided before him into the diamond’s cavernous interior as though he were a looming raven waiting to snatch her soul. Alunia was less than five and a half feet in height, and slender at best, yet her bearing exuded a disproportionate might as demonstrated by her lifting him. He eyed her, wary. He sensed she eyed him back.
Belvedere shook off his fluctuating feelings as nonsense to ask, “Has it always been so?” No sooner had the words left his lips than he felt a blush upon his cheeks at his inaneness. “I mean, I saw dinosaurs, so it simply must be the Jurassic, mustn’t it?”
“You saw a
