Rhodin waved that aside. “They have mushrooms and places where the sunlight comes down through the crystal so they can garden.” “And it’s just them?” “Just them,” Rhodin said reverently. “And their dinosaur soulmates, of course.” He looked intently at Cliopher. “Dinosaurs are another word for thunder lizards, you know. We—those of us who are seekers after the wisdom of the Merrions—use dinosaur, or sometimes you will hear saurian, when we are speaking of the hyperintelligent telepathic cousins of the brute thunder lizards.”
