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Sudden Change of Species 2.0

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ImpracticalDino:
Still in such a downtrodden state, Volant's command never fully registered in the ears of Ducky. In the next moment however, primal instincts within the transformed swimmer flared up momentarily as Spike slowly walked up behind to gently nudge her with the front of his jaw. She suddenly jolted forward in shock of the large snout that touched her, finally snapping out of her stupor. After turning around to face the bellydragger, she bore an apologetic and sheepish grin at her brother, clearly embarrassed at the reaction that she elicited the moment before. Ducky now realizes that Spike is trying to lead her in a certain direction, and not before long she finally notices the shadow of an airborne flyer circling overhead, indicating the way that Volant wants them to follow. Still nervous and uncertain of what lies ahead for them, she walked back to smother her face in Spike's rough scaly skin and to give him a tight, luxurious embrace. After ten seconds of the heartwarming scene, they slowly drifted apart. Still feeling bitter regret at the despicable outburst she aimed at his brother the day prior, Ducky allowed her heart and her thoughts to pour freely.

"Spike..." She gazed up pleadingly into the bellydragger's eyes. "I am so... so sorry for what happened the day prior. I yelled at you... I hurted your feelings very bad, I did, I really did. But most of all..."

Ducky's eyes began to glisten once again. "I apologize for spewing out an uncalled for accusation that you didn't care about our friendship. I never felt so angry, bitter, repulsed, and so... vulnerable. I irrationally thought in that very moment that our friendship meant nothing after all these years. So basically... what I am trying to say now is... Can- Can you please forgive me Spike? I know that I should've never doubted you in the first place. I do... I really, really, do."

She stood frozen in place, never once averting her gaze towards the eyes of her adopted little brother. Not willing to go any further without receiving a gesture of approval from Spike, she waited anxiously for his reaction.

OwlsCantRead:
With Ducky looking at him with pleading eyes (which even though she was in a completely different body, was still the same as when she was a swimmer), it looked like there was no running away from this confrontation. Besides, with his stumpy body, the best Spike could do was try to hobble away, which would probably give the nervous flyer in front of him the wrong impression.

While he could technically hold a grudge, Spike realized that there was no point in keeping up pretenses in a situation like this. Wasn’t the argument from earlier the entire reason everyone was in such a sour mood to begin with… all because the others couldn’t back down from things?

Keeping that in mind, Spike wouldn’t want things to worsen. Things had gotten this bad in the first place all because nobody was willing to listen to everyone else. Giving Ducky a hard look about, he could see that she was truly genuine in her haunched body language.

Taking a step towards the apprehensive Ducky, Spike placated her fears by giving her a nod of acknowledgement, before huddling forward lest he lost track of Volant. Being slow sucked.

He always was a spiketail of few words. Evidently turning into a completely different species did not remedy that.

Anagnos:
Littlefoot pondered Ruby's question absent-mindedly. Part of him wanted to deny the pink threehorn because he was still livid and filled with uncertainty. Anger boiled deep in his system, churning within and begging for freedom. But that was more than likely the reason why all of them were in this mess in the first place. Littlefoot gave a nonchalant shrug and muttered, ''As fine as can be expected, considering the circumstances.''

He looked towards Cera with slight contempt and impatience, speculating in his mind whether she was going to help him explain the situation to Ruby and Chomper, or if she was just waiting for the right moment to say something nasty. For his sake, he prayed for the former.

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