"Bye Chomper! By everyone!" Littlefoot shouted back as he kept going.
Pterano caught the look his sister was giving him, and it caused him to smile. He knew she approved, and he began walking off with Ducky and Spike as his family departed. "Goodbye Harper! Goodbye Petrie! I'll see you soon!" he called back as they both began heading in different directions.
"Let's see... your nest isn't too far away from Petrie's, as I recall it doesn't take long to travel between the two." Pterano stated. "We'll have you home in no time... and oh yes, I suppose I should be quiet, just in case your family is already sleeping... though I'm sure your mother will still be awake. The Bright Circle only recently vanished after all." the flyer explained.
It didn't take them very long to traverse the distance to Ducky and Spike's home. A few minutes at most, though Pterano rather enjoyed walking after the sun had gone down and the valley started to cool. "Here we are. Well goodnight you two. I hope you sleep well, and I'm sure I'll see you tomorrow." he said, flapping his wings in order to take to the sky. He had stopped when they were drawing close, about fifty paces or so, due to not wishing to disturb anyone in the nest. "Come on, Devon. Let's go back to my sister's." he said, and began flapping off in the direction of his family's home.
It was all coming back to him, as he had familiarized himself with several nesting locations in the Great Valley for future reference. He most certainly knew where his sister lived. It was an indentation in the rock face, a convenient place for a flyer nest, in all honesty.
As they neared the nest, Pterano thought he could see something perched above it, on top of the rock formation. He squinted. "Sis?" he asked, though he was probably a bit too far to be heard at the moment. But oddly enough, a quick shift of his eyes downward revealed his sister to be in the nest. So who was that?
Directing his gaze upward again, the figure was initially silhouetted in the backdrop of the still rising smoke from the flying rock. But the moonlight was shining down as well, and all of a sudden he stopped short. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he simply flew in place.
For atop that rock was a flyer of the most peerless beauty he had ever seen. She was simply sitting there, looking out over everything below her. It was very hard to tell her coloration from the distance and lack of good light source, but seeing her there simply made the flyer's heart stop. He gulped a little, watching as she seemed to notice both he and Devon.
With a great flap, she spread her wings and took to the sky, heading away from them. Pterano could only watch her, fixated, until she disappeared behind the rock wall that held his sister's nest. "Who... was that?" he asked no one in particular. Coming out of his daze with a shake of his head, Pterano looked at the nest, and resumed his flight over to it and landed as quietly as he could down below (as he doubted there was room up there for him) and simply stared at the ground for a moment, thinking of what he had just seen.
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Grandpa Longneck smiled back at Tero, and gave him a nod. "Very well. I'll take that as a yes. You're very quiet for a flyer, but that's OK. We're very welcoming of every kind of creature that stays here, if we can help it."
"Grandpa!" Littlefoot was hurrying up to his elder now, and the older longneck looked down at his approaching grandson with a smile.
"Did you see that flying rock? Didn't it look amazing? It was just like the one I saw the last time Pterano was here!" Littlefoot huffed as he came to a stop.
"Why yes... I most certainly did, Littlefoot. I believe you now, of course. It seems our world does have mysteries such as that." he stated. "I must admit... I was very surprised to see it, myself. Oh yes..." he said, reminded of Tero's presence on his back. "This is is my grandson, Littlefoot." He explained to the flyer.
"Oh... well hello." Littlefoot said, just noticing the flyer perched there. "And who are you?"
"Well, he seems very quiet. Now that I think about it, I don't believe I got your name." the older longneck asked, and looked behind him to the flyer.
