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The trees at the top of the waterfall parted like curtains, thick vines intertwining around the leaves and branches, drawing them back like they were nothing more than gossamer.
“Whoa,” I said.
“You can say that again,” Royal grunted.
“His Majesty is quite the showman,” Mastyx hissed.
More trumpets, brighter and erratic, then a golden draped barge was brought forward, three snake-men on either side supporting its weight. The men were of a cobra persuasion, their hoods flared to reveal bright yellow scales, a thick red stripe streaked up their foreheads between diamond shaped eyes.
“They look way more snaky than you, why is that?” I asked Mastyx.
“Well, we move in different circles here, some are like them, a few steps closer to our reptilian origins, while others, like myself, a
