A light breeze blew and played with the dry autumn leaves in the midday sun as two Styracosaurians walked along the old path to some long-abandoned fields.
The humans had planted these before they disappeared and delicious plants still grew there.
On the way to their meal, they passed a river where a black Atopodentatus was bathing in the sun.
The Styraco lady, who was also black, approached the reptile: ‘Hello Kleophia. Are you enjoying the midday sun?’
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