(Ok, Cory's coming in here too and I wasn't even trying for that! Somehow I'm not surprised he's not leaving me alone though
Oh and I'm guessing Frank's a scientist? Ok, bring him on in)
Petrie turned to Longtail with the biggest look of shock on his face. He didn't remember the Great Valley?! "You...you not remember Great Valley?!" he asked. "Why...it great...it...it...", that's when Petrie noticed his own words of desciption fail him.
He could see it...well...a blurred imagine of it...green and water and a wall, and...it was home. He knew this, but he found that as he tried to describe it beyond this one thought he couldn't. He didn't recall why it had been different than what surrounded them excpet that it was somewhere else and...
"It like that" Petrie pointed to the field where the longnecks were and tired, "but...it got a wall 'cause...something about separating sharpteeth...I...I think".
"Separating sharpteeth?" a voice asked and soon a young crested swimmer climbed the hill. He stared like he was trying to face faces as well with names. It was coming slow though. Cory'd been in this weird place without a clue as to where his mother was for about five bright circles already, and having always been an explorer, he'd traveled far enough to glimpse the huge wall from which the sharpteeth growls came, but he hadn't been over.
"Well that's always a good thing" he answered these others he though he knew, "and the huge wall that does such is that way" he pointed in the general direction.
"Oh...maybe that Great Valley..." Petrie tried to think.
Ducky had been staring, head tilted, at Cory for a while and suddenly her eyes went wide. "Cory!" she cried, recognizing the other swimmer. She hugged him tightly, spinning around. "Oh you are ok too, I am glad, yep yep yep!".
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While this had been going on, Kit had been really productive and when she returned back to the others, she was riding on Littlefoot's head and beaming brightly. "Look who I found!" she said. Littlefoot laughed, "Hey guys...uh Longtail you ok?" he asked, the poor flyer looked like he was about to be sick.