(OOC: Sorry for not posting sooner, everyone! As a reminder, this will be one of the few posts in which I’ll be playing Rat_lady7’s dinosona.)
“Alrighty then!” Pangaea said. “Now, I…uh, don’t actually know where we are right nowó” he looked around as he spoke, confirming that he didn’t recognize the location where the spikefrill had dropped him and Guido off the night before “óbut Guido knows the valley pretty well. I’m sure he can take us to the Falls from here.” He gestured to the smaller glider.
“Me?” Guido exclaimed. He glanced up at Sparky, Nana, and Daniel, as if in disbelief that he had been designated to lead such large creatures. Knowing that they were friends, however, he managed to shrug off his surprise and discomfort rather quickly. “Well, okay,” he said. “Just let me check to see where we are.”
Guido promptly scurried over to a nearby tree and quickly climbed to the top. After getting a view of the surrounding area and identifying some familiar landmarks, he dropped back down, landing on Nana’s back.
“Yep, I know where we are,” he reported. “The Thundering Falls aren’t far. We just head that way.” He pointed in the appropriate direction.
“Great,” Pangaea said, walking ahead earnestly. “C’mon, I’m eager for some hydration.”
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Amy was already at the Thundering Falls, some distance downriver where the water flowed more slowly and there were fewer dinosaurs drinking. She was deliberately keeping her distance from the local valleyers; she felt awkward being around them.
Having already quenched her thirst, Amy was attempting to catch some breakfast. She could see fish swimming lazily beneath the surface, and figured that they wouldn’t be too hard to ambush and pull from the water. Her assumptions were soon proven wrong, however: On her first attempt to grab a fish with her claws, she only succeeded in making a large splash and scaring the fish away. “That didn’t work…” she muttered to herself.
Moving a little further down the riverbank, where she could see more fish, Amy tried again, going in with her beak this time. Again, the fish scattered and she failed to catch any.
By the time Amy had dried her face off, the water had calmed and the fish had returned. She took another shot at seizing the fish with her hands; this time she lost her balance and toppled into the river. Embarrassed, Amy sat up in the shallow water and looked around: she appeared to have scared off all the fish, as there was not a single one in sight, but at least there didn’t seem to be anyone who had witnessed her tumble or had their attention drawn by the splash.
Amy crawled back out onto the bank, grumbling under her breath at her own lack of fishing skills. Where’s Anna and her fishing spear when you need them? she thought. Amy spread her wings out, letting them dry in the warm sunlight as she waited for the fish to return.
