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The Great Day of the Swimmers

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Ducky123:
Character list:
Narrator: Ducky123
Ducky: Rocky
Spike: jansenov
Mama Swimmer: Ducky123
Lilly: Ducky123
Diver: Kor
Ruddy: jansenov
Lamby: Ducky123
Edmont: Pterano
Tooele: LoyfeCycleProtector
Sonar: Rocky
Mara: Cancerian Tiger
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Ducky and Spike were walking towards their nest on a beautiful, yet chilly day in late season of changing leaves. The Cold Time was just about to strike, many trees had already got rid of their leaves and those who still kept some of theirs had only ones that were of a colourful yellow, orange, red or brown colour.

Mama Swimmer was counting her little ones who weren't as little as they used to. They had grown a lot since the last Cold Time had finally ended, now reaching about a sixth of her size. She was happy that they were slowly becoming bigger and more mature but she knew that the time of great growing also meant trouble sometimes. One thing in particular, she was worried about as the young ones had reached the age and size that would require them to take a certain task...
"Tooele, Mara, Sonar, Lilly, Edmont, Ruddy, Lamby, Diver..." she counted. "... And Ducky and Spike are late as always..." The two could really get on her nerves sometimes... It wasn't unusual for them to return to the nest after it had become dark in the Great Valley... but sometimes they didn't return at all...
The grown-up hadrosaur gave a mighty sigh. It just happened at that very moment, that she saw the two troublemakers making their way towards the nest.

jansenov:
(not sure how much do you have in mind, so I'm playing it safe in the following post)

"What a day", thought Spike as he lumbered forward, tuned out to the thud of his thick feet.  Now that the ache of his muscles had waned a bit, a pleasant tiredness accompanied his rewinding of the memories of the day. He wondered if today he had slowed down or the had world sped up. His siblings had been munching their food much faster than before, almost causing Spike to snort with laughter, and his friends had been such tryhards in games of catch that he had protested sadly a few times, which nobody, not even his sister, had actually noticed. But what amused him the most today was that he hadn't been the first to stop the game to grab a bite. It had been Cera, and the others had followed soon. Afterwards, Spike had been pleased to see that the gang had now been following his schedule, stoping every now and then to eat, something the hapless spiketail had looked very much forward to.

His chain of thoughts breaking, he glanced at Ducky, and noticed that his sister was visibly animated and moving more lively than usuall, which was, he thought, kind of a feat in itself.  Spike then felt the pleasant touch of cold air on his nostrils, and listened to the sounds of distant treestars, which could only be heard during this time of cold. Then he paid more attention to what was ahead, when his eyes met the slightly annoyed eyes of his mother, pairs of other eyes, from rolling, to inquisitive, to cheerful, to sleepy, popping out in the semi-dark behind her.

Pterano:
Edmont yawned and splayed his arms out over his head and stretched his tail out behind him as well. It had been a particularly long day, as his mother had given him a new job as part of his expanding responsibilities as he grew up. In addition to helping keep their living spaces clean, Edmont was tasked with showing migrating herds around to the major sites of the Great Valley, a job he was beginning to thoroughly enjoy. But he knew he wasn't an adult yet, and also knew there was some sort of coming-of-age ritual that was required for all swimmers to participate in before adulthood.

Hearing the approaching pair of Spike and Ducky, the swimmer inclined his head towards the both of them, and a soft sigh escaped his bill. Typical... always late. But he couldn't really stay annoyed at Ducky for too long. He placed his hands on his hips, and gave her an "again?" type look as the barest hints of a smile spread across his features.

Kor:
Diver swam back to as close to the nest as she could before she got out of the water the walk the rest of the way.    She had been swimming & playing with some friends as well as diving deep for the water plants she liked and sharing some with her friends and some younger dinosaurs.  

She walked at her usual pace, seeing no reason to hurry at this time.  She also didn't want to arrive at their nest to tired.

jansenov:
(I've given myself some more liberty here, but not too much. Please PM me for any complaints or advices.)

Ruddy was lying on his right elbow on the ground slightly outside the nest in thoughts, his eyes not really focused on anything. In a moment he regained focus, this time on the nest in front of him. It was a pretty big structure, a round shape with a layer of rocks and sand covered with a layer of hard beaten dirt . Though swimmers were used to rain, they appreaciated dry sleeping ground just as much as the flyers, and this ground dried pretty fast. And when the family was on it, it was a very warm and cozy place indeed. They had expanded it several times during the years, but it was quickly becoming small still. Some of his siblings had asked to have nests of their own nearby in hte past, but mother didn't want to hear about it. There would be time for nests, she said. For now, they all slept together. What he found very annoying about the nest, but also understandable now when he was older, is that every time the siblings had a fight, not only were they not allowed to sleep at opposite ends of the nest, but mother forced them to sleep right by each other. Similarly, when the mother noticed some siblings were forming groups where they would always sleep together, she would break them up. Only Ducky and Spike were allowed some leeway, though even they had to separate once in a while. He didn't get why some of his more squeamish sisters avoided to sleep with Spike. He remembered he had spent quite a few awkward nights with Edmont as a punishment, each staring to the other side deep into the night. Both of them would doze off at some point, however, or at least Ruddy would, and in the morning they would never feel mad at each other anymore. He couldn't figure out why it was exactly so. Probably one of those ancient lores gathered through painstaking trail and error, he thought.

Thinking about the past Edmont brought his attention to the present one. Watching him rest in the nest after his day and after they had chatted about it a bit, he was glad his brother had been spending so much time around herds of all kinds, giving Ruddy the excuse to pester him with all kinds of questions about them, and sometimes Ruddy would even accompany Edmont and assist him in understanding the questions put forward in broken speech of other heards. He would listen to members of the other herds speak, where he would hear all kinds of dialects and sometimes even a wholly different language might appear, and intriguing sayings and phrases, over which meanings he ruminated a lot. Ruddy was somewhat annoyed with Edmont's respect for schedule. He prefered the arrangement where he would help out at one time, and be helped out at some other time. Edmont would sometimes accept this, but he would also point that you could clean an existing nest that way, but you needed more order to build a new one. And he was right. Something about undertaking such long works as building a proper nest freaked Ruddy out. Ruddy would always help others with their stuff or do small stuff of his own, but making a something that's worth a life's work put him off.

Soon he saw Edmont and mom looking somewhere, and there he noticed Ducky and Spike. Ducky seemed a bit cold, while Spike was apparently impervious to his environment. He noticed Spike was cooling himself with his wide strides and opened in the fresh air. They both seemed happy, if mom's look dampened their mood somewhat. He looked at them with curiosity and understanding. He let a small smile on his lips. He was prone to crazy adventures himself, though he would always have to make them himself, unlike Ducky and Spike, whom the hand of fate itself guided to new adventures, it seemed. He was eager to find out what they had been doing at the first opportunity.

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