wisdom of the crocodiles

How she had missed the guy, tall as she was with imposing wing and vivid blue and red markings, was anyone's guess. Then again, even now she still kept half an eye on the sunning crocodiles, her other senses on high alert to the slithering of scales over the abrasive surface beneath their bellies. “Snakes? Probably, I'd avoid th' brighter coloured lizards too, usually means somethin' isn't worth eatin', yer might be the exception though...” She lifted a brow teasingly and chuckled at her own remark, unable to help herself, though her attention was fleeting and clearly focused on their surroundings.

Her head tilted towards the crocodiles, “I don' think it'd matter ter those ones, best ter keep yer distance, if they drag yer inter th' water yer done for.” Her warning was delivered in an uncharacteristically serious tone.

Watching where she placed her feet, some of these cracks were big enough to lose a leg in, and she was sure they were full of more unpleasant reptiles. Didn't it ever rain here? Then again, this far west, it probably didn't.

“Speech”