Jasmine and the man looked at her strangely. Zerra didn't care. She kept staring at Jasmine, waiting impatiently for her explanation.
"It's the third year."
Just as she guessed. A heavy weight couldn't help but settle on her chest. The third year? It meant that she had gone over a year already.
Her initial estimation was wrong. It wasn't just a few months like the whale had told her. Something just didn't feel right here. Even if the whale gave her a rough estimation, it should have been too far off.
Considering there had been oddities around some places about inconsistent time flow–like the forest she and Derek had fallen into–it made sense they might have passed such a place.
"Tell me about the animal characteristics." She frowned, remembering yet another odd point.
