#TimeTravelingGhost EP 5 Part 65: Jurassic Era
#TimeTravelAuthors 31. Author's choice #Wss366 Redolent #MastoPrompt Melt
The inner sea, surrounded by pyramids, was calm. It wasn’t until we reached a corner that we encountered significant debris: piles of seaweed and logs, as well as a huge squid #melting back into the primordial ooze. The air was #redolent of decay. The buzzing of insects over the corpse underscored the absence of larger living creatures within the inner sea.
We skirted the corpse, rounded the corner, and found steps carved into the pyramid's side. They rose gradually, switching back and forth as they climbed. Emily scouted ahead and reported that the stairs ended at a tunnel leading into the pyramid about two-thirds of the way up.
“It’s a long, exposed climb,” I said upon hearing the news. “I think we should decide where we’re going next in case we need to escape quickly.”
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Take a break and go somewhere safe and cozy.
People ask me why I'm always so relaxed. I have a deck of answers; I shuffle through them and try to make the one I choose match the person asking--not sure how good I am at that, though.
Here's the truth: it's because I have a microdimension tucked into my pocket, a pocket-sized pocket dimension. If I need a breather, I just pull myself into it. It's a lovely, lazy place, #redolent of indolence, you might say. I linger a bit listening to the four-dimensional birds.
The full moon behind the clouds bathed the city in cold, diffuse light. Amina sat in the back of a cab, raindrops running their silent race down the window.
"This is fine." She gestured the driver to stop.
"You sure? Rough hood, this." The driver seemed honestly concerned.
"Yeah, I know, I'm from here. Need to stretch my legs." She smiled.
"Your call." The driver shrugged.
Amina waited until the car had vanished around the corner before she turned into a small side street and fell into a trot. Her way took her through a labyrinth of back alleys until she stood before a heavy door at the back of a warehouse. Someone had scratched The Den into the paint. She didn't need to wait for the door to open.
"You're late. " The burly, bearded doorman locked the door behind her, and gave her a hug.
"Nah, they were early." She grinned and made her way deeper into the building.
With each step she allowed more of the change. Growing hair and teeth, stretching limbs and an ambush of sounds and smells. Before her hands were only claws she undressed and fell on all fours, now more wolf than human.
She could smell the bears before she stepped into the big room with the iron cage. The crowd erupted into a wild roar when she made her entrance.
In the center of the cage waited a brown bear, outwardly calm, but #redolent of fear.
"You got guts." Amina growled. "Pity I gotta take 'em."
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Revin lay awake, tossing & turning, long after Lidja had fallen asleep. Finally, he got up, put on a robe, & walked to the botanical garden of Ravensbelth to sit by the fountain & be soothed by the music of the water.
When he entered, the air was #redolent with a sweet scent. He sniffed, seeking the source of the odor.
"It's the Night-blooming Jasmine," the Baron observed. "Or so Lady Cecelia says."
"Milord!" Revin said, with a start, then grinned. "We have to stop meeting like this!"
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