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LBT Fanfiction / Re: Future during Time (sequel to Future before Time)
« on: October 16, 2021, 02:36:40 PM »
Chapter 11
Leaving the old Longneck to his sleep, he wandered off, considering the group at just the furthest he could reliable recognize them. From this distance, those damned webs merely made the old female look like she had just come from a shower under falling waters somewhere.
Groaning, he muttered something non-definable, even to himself, under his breath. He would not be made out to be a coward, certainly not while he lived. Even if that meant he had to deal with this now.
Grumbling some more, he went in search for the pink Threehorn, because no matter how much he'd like to deny it, it had been a logical explanation. He had accepted everyone else back, even Pterano of all creatures, but had kept Tria at body's distance. What a mess...
He found her in her hidden glade, a place he was quite certain she thought he did not know about. Ah well, that secret might be out as well at the rate things were going.
"Tria?" He did not flinch when she did, he refused to admit he did.
"Ah..." She blinked at his approach, sky-blue eyes almost shuttering close as he approached. By the time he was at her side, they had become unreadable. For someone as emotionally open as her, that was almost scary.
"Am I right in assuming you are not really doing anything now?" He settled down at a respectable distance. "This does not seem like a meeting-spot, really."
"It isn't." She looked away, looking over the small area. It would be a tight fit for any more grown-ups than the two of them comfortably.
"It's nice, I suppose." He mused, taking a deep breath. "Just like the reeds." Oh, that look... she knew exactly what he meant with that.
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Cera had learned not to question her father's moods too much, that usually ended up weird. But when he returned to their nesting-site... and so did Tria... it took a lot out of her not to speak up.
The awkward could be scooped up in solid chuncks, but they were sleeping on the same bit of Valley floor, the last time of which at this point had changes of the Night Circle ago. Grown-ups were just weird all around.
Quirking an eyebrow, she noted a shape among the nearby trees. Briefly passing through some light getting under the tree-stars, Chomper's mother was walking calmly away from the corner they were living at. The light-green form was nearly grey in the gloom, looking like a living shadow as it headed towards where the Longnecks had their own place.
That also felt weird still. Chomper's father had remained firmly in his corner of the Valley, aside from a few instances. Chomper's mother meanwhile walked around like she was a regular resident and didn't still send some dinosaurs running for cover out of sheer instinct.
She wondered how much weirder it was going to get, before it all settled into a new normal. Knowing this place, it could get very weird still.
Instead of spending most of the night wondering about it, the older Threehorn-child settled in her normal place, while Tricia seemed to be taking her cues from her and only curled up once she had.
The two grown-ups also rested down, bidding them goodnight without any statement regarding both of them being here now. She hoped they'd at least talk about this tomorrow, otherwise she just might explode.
Glancing at Tricia, her little sister had already fallen asleep, sublimely unaware of the drama... or perhaps just youthfully-immune. It was kind-off enough to make her jealous.
"Go to sleep, Cera." Tria softly reminded her, which was fair considering the height of the Night Circle already.
"Alright, alright." She curled around her younger sister, feeling her father at her back. The one undeniable upside to this whole mess was the fact that now, there were windbreaks on both sides of them again, which was helpful considering the colder times were coming soon again.
Leaving the old Longneck to his sleep, he wandered off, considering the group at just the furthest he could reliable recognize them. From this distance, those damned webs merely made the old female look like she had just come from a shower under falling waters somewhere.
Groaning, he muttered something non-definable, even to himself, under his breath. He would not be made out to be a coward, certainly not while he lived. Even if that meant he had to deal with this now.
Grumbling some more, he went in search for the pink Threehorn, because no matter how much he'd like to deny it, it had been a logical explanation. He had accepted everyone else back, even Pterano of all creatures, but had kept Tria at body's distance. What a mess...
He found her in her hidden glade, a place he was quite certain she thought he did not know about. Ah well, that secret might be out as well at the rate things were going.
"Tria?" He did not flinch when she did, he refused to admit he did.
"Ah..." She blinked at his approach, sky-blue eyes almost shuttering close as he approached. By the time he was at her side, they had become unreadable. For someone as emotionally open as her, that was almost scary.
"Am I right in assuming you are not really doing anything now?" He settled down at a respectable distance. "This does not seem like a meeting-spot, really."
"It isn't." She looked away, looking over the small area. It would be a tight fit for any more grown-ups than the two of them comfortably.
"It's nice, I suppose." He mused, taking a deep breath. "Just like the reeds." Oh, that look... she knew exactly what he meant with that.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Cera had learned not to question her father's moods too much, that usually ended up weird. But when he returned to their nesting-site... and so did Tria... it took a lot out of her not to speak up.
The awkward could be scooped up in solid chuncks, but they were sleeping on the same bit of Valley floor, the last time of which at this point had changes of the Night Circle ago. Grown-ups were just weird all around.
Quirking an eyebrow, she noted a shape among the nearby trees. Briefly passing through some light getting under the tree-stars, Chomper's mother was walking calmly away from the corner they were living at. The light-green form was nearly grey in the gloom, looking like a living shadow as it headed towards where the Longnecks had their own place.
That also felt weird still. Chomper's father had remained firmly in his corner of the Valley, aside from a few instances. Chomper's mother meanwhile walked around like she was a regular resident and didn't still send some dinosaurs running for cover out of sheer instinct.
She wondered how much weirder it was going to get, before it all settled into a new normal. Knowing this place, it could get very weird still.
Instead of spending most of the night wondering about it, the older Threehorn-child settled in her normal place, while Tricia seemed to be taking her cues from her and only curled up once she had.
The two grown-ups also rested down, bidding them goodnight without any statement regarding both of them being here now. She hoped they'd at least talk about this tomorrow, otherwise she just might explode.
Glancing at Tricia, her little sister had already fallen asleep, sublimely unaware of the drama... or perhaps just youthfully-immune. It was kind-off enough to make her jealous.
"Go to sleep, Cera." Tria softly reminded her, which was fair considering the height of the Night Circle already.
"Alright, alright." She curled around her younger sister, feeling her father at her back. The one undeniable upside to this whole mess was the fact that now, there were windbreaks on both sides of them again, which was helpful considering the colder times were coming soon again.