She waded through the hot, humid jungle atop a great triceratops. Her Cera's armor glinted in the narrow beams of light that filtered down through the canopy. Around them, vines grew into strange shapes; coiling into tree-trunk-like columns and climbing in wide, long mats, and in the distance they grew into giant, towering monoliths. Where the vines had been cut aside by other forgers, they revealed the dull gleam of ancient metal. But today she avoided the well tread paths; she was looking for something special for her Cera's newest plate.
They lumbered quietly through the dense underbrush. Suddenly, Cera gave a low bellow. She brought Cera to a stop. For a moment all was still. And then she heard a high whistle echoing through the canopy. It was like no bird she had ever heard; a high, ghostly melody whispering through the ancient, overgrown ruins. It came from deeper still, out of sight of the immense green monoliths.
Her quest forgotten, she nudged Cera on. She didn't know if Cera would have listened if she had tried to ignore it. Cera moved with surprising speed through the dense, dark jungle, little raptors skittered out from underfoot as they passed.
And then she glimpsed it in the distance; a woman she had never seen before standing atop a rocky outcropping, an instrument like a shell at her lips, and from it came the most beautiful melody.
Writer's Month - word: melody | setting: fashion world
AUgust - Dinosaurs