Once yellow and supple, they were now browned and crumbling after succumbing to the poison Tibalt had concocted in preparation for their journey back to the dragon planet. The plants’ fragrance could no longer render them unconscious as it had during their previous visit. Randall combed his fingers through the grass while Tibalt stood at his side. “If Orion is telling the truth, the door should be right around here.” “That’s a mighty big if,” Tibalt said. “Trusting Orion is like trusting a lion. They both have teeth that will bite. If we find out he’s lyin’, we’ll both soon be cryin’, and we’ll wish we had kept out of sight.” Randall grimaced. “That’s a terrible rhyme, Tibber.” “Maybe so, but I don’t trust him. And I noticed you didn’t want any part of Orion’s liver berry potion.” “That’s true.” Randall recalled reading Orion’s notes.
