((Poor Pterano.

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"Aww... well that's too bad." Littlefoot stated, giving off a sigh. He didn't ask why they couldn't be joining them anytime soon though, as Harper and Ridge picked that moment to walk up. Petrie had flown back with his mother, probably to spend more time with his uncle, and the longneck had to admit, as much as he wanted Petrie to hang out with them right now, it was best not to crowd Cera at the moment.
"Hey, Harper. Hey, Ridge." Littlefoot greeted the two of them. "What's new with you? Curious about the Rainbow Faces?" he asked, unable to suppress a smile as he had noticed Ridge watching the two departing gallimimuses.
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Pterano heard Devon say he was right behind him, and the flyer increased his efforts, leaving his sister's nest behind for now as he struggled to keep up. "Wait! I just want to talk!" he called out, hoping she heard him. She didn't seem to acknowledge this at first, and he needed to keep flying in order to keep her in sight.
He looked behind him, but Devon seemed to be having little trouble keeping the pace, yet another sign of Pterano's age. Huffing a little, he started to follow the female as she banked and began heading downward, descending to the green of the valley floor. Finally! He had only been flying about ten minutes or so, but he was eager to get this settled.
She landed near the river, kicking up some loose blades of grass as she rested on her haunches, and Pterano landed nearby. "My, my, you're certainly the persistent one." she said, looking at him in profile. He smiled as he looked her over, finally having time to take in all of her detail. She was turquoise in coloration, with a much smaller crest that tapered off to a graceful point resting atop her head. Her voice sounded vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn't think of where he'd heard it before. It was only recently that he'd heard a voice like it... perhaps at the meeting? Or was it last night, sometime? Either way, it sounded familiar yet new all at once. It was far more pleasing than whatever he was thinking of. "Now that you've got me... what do you want?" she asked, acting rather blunt on the subject.
"Er... well... I suppose I..." He found it difficult to come out with the words, especially once she turned to face him head on. She decided to preempt him, and cut him off.
"Who's that?" she asked, nodding over in Devon's direction.
"Oh um... him?" Pterano asked. "He's my er... my um..." he stammered as he smiled, looking right at her as he battled to get the words out, but it seemed like at the moment, Devon would need to do the proper introductions.