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heda too was ready to leave the conversation behind. she shook out her red-haired ruff and headed down the slope of the greenhills.
"it's like a big — like a big dinosaur thing. scaly skin. rough face. humongous."
the grass would thin, then turn to warm pools of water, ankle-deep for her. she scanned them for the barnacle-encrusted shell of the giant sea monster.