Marc's awakening

[seekeroftales]

OOC: Can we try the PM method again? (Though I get the impression that Marc is not interested in trying it.) Actually, forget it. Unless you want to do our parts together, Anemone? If so, cut and paste and edit. Send it back to me if you want, or post it yourself.

TO Marc: Your character(you) should logically not be able to understand Stowaway. He speaks to Righ in a sauropod dialect, not English. Just so you are clear on this point. And too, you might have suggested what "ferocious looking dinosaur" Marc fainted at the sight of. *sighs* Nevermind. I'll come up with something. Maybe. OH! Nevermind again! You were referring to Gathranth, weren't you? Yes; I AM stupid.

TO Dwaggie: I guess the PM method is not worth the effort. I could work it out so to smooth things, but I don't believe anyone other than you is really keen on the idea. (Anemone tried it, though.) It probably isn't worth the effort to get the coordination down pat.

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Stowaway was so intent on harassing Marc that he had not noticed the approach of Barry the "land pirate" and of his baryonyx companion. And no one had bothered to mention it to him, either. He chuckled at the skyfall's collapse and turned. He was startled to find the baryonyx grinning right into his eye. Shifting away, he snorted at the smooth-scaled (carnosaur?) and left Righ and the troodon healer with him, to rejoin the other styracosaur guards. He made a point not to greet Barry. And though he half wanted to, he wasn't quite stupid enough to flick his tail at Gathranth. It was hard to miss the baryonyx's teeth. Likewise, it would be hard for the carnosaur to miss his tail.

As the opinionated styracosaur lumbered away, Cyclyd's kind eyes followed him. Think what you will, Stowaway. You talk too much. Do you like being laughed at? I think not! Then he turned his full attentions to Marc.

It was immediately clear what the skyfall's problems were. Having already determined there were multiple, nasty bruises from the way the human had been holding himself, Cyclyd also recognized other signs as he examined Marc more closely. [He's dehydrated, weak from hunger, pained from being tossed around on his craft's landing, and no little bit traumatized, both physically and mentally,] the troodon diagnosed shortly. He glanced apologetically at Gathranth. [And it wouldn't hurt if his emotions were coddled, too. Shock is not a good thing in his present condition.]

The baryonyx looked at one of the brachiosaurs, understanding that he might be required to conceal himself from Marc's line of sight. Righ suggested that it might be well to rouse Marc. Cyclyd shook his head firmly. [No. Rest will do him just as much good as food. He should be moved little. I am uncertain if he is well on the inside. I think a styracosaur would be the best way he can come with us.]

The troodon lifted his head slightly as there was a scry in the distance and likely high above. Righ knew it was a skybax and was half grateful that Marc hadn't heard. The scry of a skybax isn't for faint ears.

[That would be Nellorian and Kisscliff,] Cyclyd sighed. [He will wish the convoy to keep moving.] The saurian healer motioned the baryonyx over respectfully. [Please, will you lift him up? He will have to go on one of the guardians. Unless you and Barry are going our way?] He regarded the older man questioningly, unaccustomed to making out the baryonyx's silent method of gestures as his form of speech.

Cyclyd had second thoughts immediately. he apologized to Gathranth. [What am I asking? If he awakes to find himself upon your snout, he could well die of fright!] Barry seemed disappointed that his baryonyx friend couldn't help. The troodon noticed and smiled slightly. He winked at Gathranth and called Barry to himself and Righ, as well.

Together, the troodon and the two men eased Marc up onto the baryonyx's long snout. [Do you require us to pull on your tail?] Cyclyd inquired of the burdened carnosaur expectantly.

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{OOC: Am I forgetting anything? Marc could use some water, I know.}

[Barry the Baryonyx]

{OOC: if I understand ya right. this is what ya meant here.

Ok, here we go short but sweet. ;D}

IC: "Arrr, well it seems like our presents har was a little bit unannounced. Me and Gathranth war passin' through on be way t' town then we approached this cara'an. I'm sorry if my matey has startled ya in a way." Barry motioned the baryonyx to conceal himself from Marc's line of sight. Cyclyd shook his head firmly. "No. Rest will do him just as much good as food. He should be moved little. I am uncertain if he is well on the inside. I think a styracosaur would be the best way he can come with us."

Quickly, both Barry and Gathranth offered the best they could to help Marc. "Do you require us to pull on your tail?" Cyclyd inquired of the burdened carnosaur expectantly. The baryonyx gestured in his way that it wasn't necessary to do so, and he slowly raised his head to put Marc on the styracosaur's back.

{OOC: I hope that is what ya meant. } =P

[Anemone]

OOC: My turn! I think there should just be an order of posting, without any PMing involved. I think maybe: Marc, Skyler, Dwaggie, and then me. How's that? Make things better for everyone? Good. Now let's rp.)

IC:

Righ watched as Marc was delivered into safer hands than his, taking in the scene before him; it had been a long time indeed since he had been this close to a convoy--or another human, for that matter. He glanced back at the forest, hoping for some faint sounds that could help his own search, but only the sounds of less formidable creatures than Tyrannosaurs were forthcoming. He sighed and slipped a hand into his pockets, his fingers brushing against a piece of paper...

Righ turned to Cyclyd suddenly. "Where are you bound to?" he asked. Waterfall City, came the reply. Righ nodded thoughtfully. "Might I accompany you? I can go on foot if need be." He fingered the paper in his pocket--The convoy was loaded down enough already without another passenger.

[Marc LeSinge]

ooc: (to seeker) Sorry i didn't help out with the PM method... I didn't think there was much i could add to that particular post (although it's mainly 'cause i skim read it and didn't see the bits referring to me). The PM method does take a little of the fun out of it for me. As far as not understanding the dinos or the other Dinotopians yet goes, i've edited my other posts to take account of that.
(to all) Having previously only known Dinotopia from the Mini-series, i am pleased to announce i have just taken delivery of a (signed) copy of 'Dinotopia: a land apart from time', and now know a little more about the ways and world of Dinotopia. Mistakes like the language barrier's sudden breakdown won't be happening again! I am still expecting The World Beneath to arrive any day. I am mystified as to why Gurney's Pachycephalosaurs are so much bigger than real life though.
(Anemone) that order looks fine, but we may need to break from it from time to time.

IC: Marc lay unconcious for many hours. When he finally awoke, he found himself lying on the back of a rather uncomfortable bouncing platform that felt somewhat like elephant hide. Looking around him he could see the convoy of dinosaurs; in the column he could see brachiosaurs, parasaurs, and some others he didn't recognise: like most people Marc only knew the names of whatever dinosaurs had appeared in films recently. Sitting up slowly he peered over the frill that rubbed against his shoes and saw the face of what looked like a triceratops, but not anything like the ones he was familiar with. Of course he knew there were many different types of ...ceratopsian?...but he wasn't familiar with the names.
Marc examined his body for any signs of damage; it was the first time he had had a chance to examine his wounds since the plane had crashed. Apart from a few small scratches, which seemed to have been cleaned, marc found he had a clean, well dressed bandage o his ankle, and another on his hand and wrist, where there was a dull pain. He looked around, nervously, for any sign of the man who had rescued him from the tree. At this point any familiar face would be a comfort, as he didn't want to think he had been dropped into this chaotic world alone. Where were the other humans he had seen before? where were these animals taking him?

[seekeroftales]

OOC: I agree; we should dump the PMing.

MARC: Nice sketch, Marc! You should be on the Wiki's art team! And I'm just starting to get the hang of reading Dinotopian claw/foot script. Also too, one of the brachs is a passenger carrier, Marc. Marc should be able to see them. As far as where Righ is, Anemone will have to address that. Cyclyd certainly didn't drive him away from joining the convoy. And too, I should imagine that Cyclyd is with his patient, Marc. As to lying on the back of a styracosaur, I should have mentioned through Cyclyd that the volunteer guard would have had to be outfitted with a sort of makeshift saddle so that Marc would not roll of and would be somewhat cushioned. Oh well. We can't think of everything the first time through. "There is always the rewrite."

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A few minutes ago, Primeria, the styracosaur carrying Marc, had noticed he was shifting. He had been still for an unsettlingly long time. Cyclyd had told her he would be. Now that he was awake and likely thinking his surroundings over, she found she was more unsettled. She angled her head so she might see him.

Then the human on her back had just peered over her spike-frilled crest, a somewhat frightened expression on his face. He certainly wasn't feeling very comfortable. She could well sympathize. Herself, she scarcely dared breath. As his eyes met her rolled back one, she tried her best to blink in a languid fashion. The face disappeared.

Cyclyd had ridden with the unconscious human until it had become clear that he was easing into a deep sleep. Then, tired of sitting and riding, the troodon healer had dismounted while she was on the move and now marched just ahead of her. Thinking of his patient, he had told the styracosaur to let him know when the Skyfall awakened or began to stir.

Primeria had not noticed so much as to be sure when Marc had really begun to grow restless. The sight of his face had certainly made up her mind. When he had lain back again, she grumbled discreetly to Cyclyd. [He is awake. He just looked at me.]

Cyclyd felt a little nervous to hear this from the styracosaur, though he certainly wanted to know. He had not yet been near to Marc while he was conscious, and was unsure if he could use his voice to keep the human calm. Where did Righ go off to? he wondered, searching ahead with his eyes. Then his gaze went skyward for a brief second. Kisscliff would be passing overhead soon. The sight might bewilder, wildly alarm or enchant Marc. The troodon did not want to rely on his good faith as to which of the three it would be. And he now regretted not telling Righ to stay near.

Unwilling to call Righ while so near to Marc, Cyclyd looked back at Primeria. The troodon couldn't resist grinning at a thought. [They prefer soft things, you well know. However, if he is perceptive enough, a gesture on your part should put his mind at ease. Offer him your tail, please. I realize it will be an effort.]

Leaving the styracosaur bobbing her primehorn in affirmation of his request, the troodon took to his fleet feet in search of Righ. There had been room atop one of the cargo brachs, but Righ had wisely chosen to walk. Assumably he was somewhere up front. Cyclyd was put out at himself that he really hadn't noticed whether the would-be tyrannosaur tamer had fallen back of the convoy, or was even following its pace in the woods. The troodon had understood that Righ was looking for someone.

If the human wasn't up front, Cyclyd decided he would be wise to ask the brachrider, Tuivan, if he knew of Righ's whereabouts. Then too, the troodon was half expecting the Rainy Basin hermit to evade him unpurposefully. He shall be waiting with my charge when I return, and then gently scold me for not remaining nearby, thought the healer good-naturedly. How we all may suffer for our good intentions!

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{OOC: That's about it.}

[Barry the Baryonyx]

Afew moments later after Gathranth helped Marc up on the styracosaur's back, Barry over heard the conversation between Righ and Cyclyd about where this
convoy was headed. With a disappointed look, Barry started thinking to himself, "Aye, so this con'oy goin' t' Waterfall City eh? I remember that last time I’'e been thar and it wasn’t all that great either… Aye. It all started when me and Crocosaur came t' Market Square. Crocosaur went berserk, argh! He saw the fish the merchants war sellin' and he lost control. Arrr, I’d called out t' him t' stop him but it was too late. He had already made a mess o' thin's. It was almost like he was a diffarnt baryonyx that day. Arrr, I couldn’t stop him and he mightily destroyed the place. Then we war escorted out o' the city and asked not t' return. They said, The only way ya can return is t' do somethin' about your baryonyx’s beha'ior. Me asked, What if Me return myself without Crocosaur and be allowed t' enter? They said, We don’t think we can trust ya either. So we left." When the time came and when nobody was looking, Barry and Gathranth slipped to the very back of the convoy at a slower pace than the rest of the group until they can only see the tips of the brach’s heads. Aye, “We will stay close t' them for now t' help them if any more problems should come.then before the when the con'oy gets in sight o' Waterfall City we will break off and head for our destination. Arrr, Sauropolis. Than t' Black Fish Ta'ern” The baryonyx nodded in agreement.

[Anemone]

Righ had fallen to the back of the convoy, his legs--though rather long for a human--unable to compete with the longer strides of the saurians. He didn't seem to mind, though; it allowed him to keep an eye on the surrounding jungle. He slipped his hand into his pocket again and started to hum a walking song he'd picked up from someone, all the while fingering the paper in his pocket.

His thoughts turned towards the paper and his situation. The Redbacks would have his hide if they knew what he'd done to get it; Righ doubted that he could survive Tyrannosaurus justice. He kept his ears open and his eyes cast towards the trees, ready to disappear at the first signs of pursuit. Gizelda was his only hope in the jungle, but as she was nowhere to be found, he reasoned that the convoy should be able to give him enough cover.

He looked up and noticed Cyclyd weaving through the legs of the Brachiosaurus, looking a little lost. He waved him over and called out to him in the saurian's language: [Looking for something?]

[seekeroftales]

OOC: To Anemone: So Righ really might bring danger to the convoy? I'm thinking it might be wise to lay your cards concerning Righ on the table, Anemone, but that may only be due to the simple fact that I am dying to know about him and what he has got ahold of through less than straight-forward means.

To Marc: Got your note. Here I am.

To Dwaggie: I was saddened to learn that Barry and Gathranth are less than welcome in Waterfall City. Their turning out if the city does not strike me as likely in Dinotopia. "Anything is possible" though.

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[Certainly!] Cyclyd replied indignantly, rushing up to the reclusive wanderabout. [The skyfall has wakened. I want you to help me with him. You found him first and helped him, so he knows of your good intentions already. He might not be so sure with me. The teeth you know.] You are "something", but I prefer to consider you a someone, the troodon healer added mentally. Can't you be where someone knows you are?

A breeze blowing from behind the convoy brought the scent of Barry and Gathranth to Cyclyd's nostrils. [So many stragglers,] the troodon said disapprovingly, shaking his head. He nudged Righ urgently with his snout. [Good of them, I'm sure. However, Gathranth need not fear that the skyfall will catch his scent. It is admirable how they stay together.] If pressed, the troodon would admit to viewing the baryonyx and his human in a light of respect. Though close pairings between humans and saurians were very common, Cyclyd could think of few who had need to draw so much comfort from one another. He felt that both of them, especially Barry, were grossly misunderstood.

[Come along quickly,] Cyclyd begged of Righ.

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OOC: TO Anemone: I'm tempted to write in the "Redbacks" you refer to, but I know nothing of them or what Righ made off with.

[Barry the Baryonyx]

Just a few clicks behind the convoy were Barry and Gathranth. They were unaware of the conversation Cyclyd and Righ had. They were also unaware of Skyfall as well. At times it seemed to Barry and Gathranth that the convoy was slowing their pace. The gap betwixt them and the convoy was going smaller. “Arrr, Is it my imagination, or dose it look like the con'oy's slowin' down? Gar.” The baryonyx nodded in agreement. “Either they be ha'in' some sort o' trouble or they noticed war missin'.” Barry wasn’t about to go back to Waterfall City to be ridiculed again and tossed out. They slowed their pace once again to widen the gap. By this time the trail was close to the mighty Polongo. “Arrr, thar, do you see it?” Barry turned and pointed towards the left side of the trail. "tis' the Polongo. That means we be gettin' close t' Waterfall City. We may have t' make our break 'ery soon” Both of them knew that they couldn’t leave yet. They could almost sense something was a foot with the convoy. So they stayed two clicks behind the convoy getting ready for anything to happen…

[Anemone]

(OOC: The Redbacks probably aren't looking for Righ, but he's still wary. If they happened to run across the convoy, they would hesitate at the scent of Righ but little more. They don't yet know he's broken one of their agreements. As for putting them in, they're your average T-Rex pack; they acknowledge Righ snoops around, but don't have any real affinity for him. I'm putting this in my post because someone else might want the information, not just Skyler. )

IC:

Righ followed Cyclyd to the fore of the convoy, glancing at Barry and Gathranth. He thought for a momont that they looked almost out of place as he felt.

[It just struck me that I don't know his name,] he said as they moved closer to the dolphinback. [Stowaway doesn't seem too happy to have a dolphinback in the convoy; so much for Dinotopia's famous hospitality...] He sighed, running a finger through his thin brown hair. [He isn't hurt badly, is he?]

[seekeroftales]

OOC: TO Anemone: Thank you for making your reply public. I think that anything we feel we need to say should be to all. No one likes being left out of the loop. And too, we can hardly know what it might be important to know. So, if you have something you wish to add OOC - a question for clarification, an idea/suggestion, a heads up about something about to happen - please do so. Every little bit helps.

TO Dwaggie: You definitely led up to something big happening in your last post. That is all well and good, only you had no OOC to suggest what it might be. Thusly, someone is practically forced to contrive some confrontation or danger and introduce it. Perhaps you thought the "Redbacks" would be coming into the story. According to Anemone, though, they are not a definite threat. So a need arises; you must either edit your post to tone down the 'scene/plot setting', or someone has to introduce a dilemma or issue which needs to be resolved. You are not fond of violence, so if you have something otherwise in mind, please speak out.

P.S. The term "skyfall" refers to Marc. I realize now that I should not capitalize it.

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Cyclyd was unable to conceal a bit of a smile. [No, not badly. Shaken outside, stirred inside,] he responded, referring to terms associated with drinks in taverns. [Merely bruised and weakened. He will have something to eat now. As to his name, learning of it should not be difficult. Unless he is not open about himself.] The healer's tone became soft. [Rather like it is so thought about yourself. You might be more open, may you not?]

The troodon's expression clouded over. [As to Stowaway's attitude, he is one of many,] he observed unhappily. The blue-black saurian flourished the claws of one paw. [It is argued by those more suspicious and less tolerant - that is to say, by the "worriers" - that the skyfalls are to be viewed differently. A dolphinback has been judged by the aquarians, who are so rarely wrong.] The healer cast a sharp glance at Righ. [Crabb is considered the most appalling exception. A skyfall has not faced that judgment. There are those who would have the skyfalls taken to dolphin bay and judged.] Cyclyd bent his neck and pressed his snout to his chest, an awkward posture which denoted a troodon's mindful grief or regret. A wail rose in his throat, then died away abruptly as he quickly raised his head. A hopeful gleam came into his eye as he went on. [Any kindness makes such a course unjust, say others. To our acclaim as a civilization apart from the outside world, most of our Dinotopian brothers and sisters cannot deal guardedly with the skyfalls.] A happy purr escaped from his chest. [We are largely open beings. Coldness is not favored among us. In Stowaway's case, he is entitled to his opinion, be it offensive to others.] The troodon's claws were employed again, this time in an uncertain gesture of pity and sympathy. They reached out toward the saurian figure leading the convoy. [His memories of the past carve the image he is now. I do not now that any have tried to mold his thinking. He is not shunned by his own kind, so I imagine many have tried and he may even be coming around. It is not wrong to wonder and offer help. So said, "Sincere kindness is the safest peace offering".]

Cyclyd and Righ were beside Primeria now. [The convoy is slowing,] she grunted.

The troodon healer nodded. He flicked his tail. [Hup up, friend Righ. The skyfall will need to be assured of the bridge's soundness, if nothing else. It would be desirable to know his name, as well. I tire of referring to him by the happenstance of his coming.]

Cyclyd looked to the rear of the convoy. I shall have a word with Barry and Gathranth. They might at least cross over the Polongo and through the city, if they will not remain over in it for a time.

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{OOC: I hate to write anything concerning other people's characters. I thusly leave you, Anemone, to craft Righ's reactions yourself. Not even that he mounted Primeria to join Marc did I write. I often get ideas, but I figure you all view your characters as your personal property.

TO Dwaggie: I did not stop to consider what I might have incorporated in response to your last post. I thought it unwise to do so. Who knows what might have come of it. I hesitate to introduce anything big without some OOC discussion. Or better yet, some planning well ahead of time.

[Marc LeSinge]

ooc: nothing doing until somebody talks to me I like the idea of there being many other 'skyfalls' in this age of flight. And i see you have incorporated the bridge below the falls. I just got 'The World Beneath' yesterday and i notice that the cargo chute runs below the falls. Perhaps the 'bridge' could take the form of a tunnel or walkway beneath the chute, leading up to the city. Maybe Flight Ambassadors are only employed for those who appear at the top of the falls.
IC: Marc was now awake and feeling calmer about his situation, and for the first time since his violent landing he noticed that it had been quite some time since he had eaten. Reaching into his rucksack he found a packet of crisps [that's potato chips to any Americans] and opened it in his usual way, bursting it against his leg, making a loud bang that seemed to startle some of the convoy. When the dinosaurs had calmed, many human and saurian faces looked at him disaprovingly. Marc blushed and tucked into the potato flakes, and, when he had finished and wiped th salt and crumbs from around his mouth, dropped the packet, a breeze sending it whisking through the air behind his steed in the breeze. Nobody looked particularly pleased with this either.
"what are you looking at?" he demanded of a struthiomimus who dared to stare up at him. The dinosaur quickened his pace and overtook the styracosaur. Marc lay down again, scowling and gritting his teeth.

[Anemone]

OOC: And it seems we are breaking the order of posting. Skyler: Do you think maybe you could keep ooc posts to a minimum? Thanks.)

IC:

Righ made sure to ask Primeria's permission before leaping nimbly onto her back to join Marc.

"You would be wise to be more corteous," he cautioned the skyfall, settling beside him. "This is a peaceful island."

Marc seemed rather suspcious of that fact, munching on his snack and growling at the Struthiomimus as it moved away (grumbling to itself about the nerve of some young people). Righ shook his head as if in disbelief.

"You really do have a lot to learn. For starters--what are you called? I never seemed to catch your name."

[Marc LeSinge]

Marc recognised his rescuer and swallowed the last of his mouthful of crisp before answering:"My name is Marc." he looked Righ in the face. "You?"
Marc was feeling quite embarassed at his behaviour. It was obvious the people...animals..islanders here weren't used to his behaviour, and he hadn't meant to be so gruff; he just wasn't keen on the attention he seemed to be getting for what seemed to him perfectly natural behaviour.

[Anemone]

Righ smiled slightly. "It's a good name. Marc. My name is Righ Awen. Here--" He pulled a canteen out of his satchel and handed it to Marc. "--take this. You're probably thirsty."

Marc took the water gratefully, and Righ nodded. He could see the confusion in the man's eyes, and he found himself able to empathise with him. He knew what it was like to be a stranger.

"Do you know what happened to you?"

[Marc LeSinge]

"all i know is that I was flying back to Hawaii when my plane it a storm...we came through it okay, and we could have glided down if it hadn't been for that giant bird that attacked us. It ripped the wings to shreds. The next thing i knew I woke up in that tree and you rescued me."
the convoy had now come out onto the relatively open river bank. A mile or so ahead, they could see the plumes and spray of huge waterfalls, and on top a shining city. It reminded Marc of the Emerald city. "Toto, i don't think we're in kansas anymore.", he half laughed to himself. Both Marc and Righ stopped their conversation momentarily to admire the view.
"This place is just so strange..."

[seekeroftales]

[And is it wonderful too? Think of making yourself at home here,] Cyclyd called up to Righ. He left the reclusive would-be tyrannosaur tamer to translate his words to "Marc" and set off to the rear of the convoy. He had lost the scent of Gathranth and his human companion.

On his way down the line, Cyclyd searched for the bit of refuse Marc had so casually loosed to the wind. It annoyed him to no end that he was actually bent on picking up a bit of - what would be called in the outside world - "litter". His eyes set upon the ground, he was startled by an unfamiliar "crinkling" sound beside him, which was accompanied by the girlish sound of a giggle. The saurian's head snapped up in mild alarm. Above him, mounted on a stegosaurus with her father, an ebony-haired girl named Grace waved the odd refuse with obvious glee. Cyclyd smiled at her good-naturedly, wondering at the colors and designs he could see in her hand. [Hold onto your prize, little one,] he advised her seriously, [that is a curiousity from the outside world.] Grace's father, Wenrang, nodded with an amused chuckle and waved at the saurian below as he passed on.

Despite his worries to the contrary, Cyclyd found that Barry and Gathranth were still following the convoy, though they seemed to be falling further behind with every step. The troodon healer sighed, pleased he could yet speak to them. His claws curled against his chest, a gesture of goodwill amid his people akin to the more common greeting of Dinotopia. [As I breath deep, so I seek peace for all, Barry, Gathranth. Is there anything I may do for you, friends? That any should be unwelcome in any city saddens me.]

[Barry the Baryonyx]

Slowly following further back behind the convoy, Barry and Gathranth could hear the sound of the great falls of Waterfall City ahead. They were getting very close to that time to decide if they are going to break off from the convoy or stay with them as long as they could. Gathranth kept staring at the river. It almost looked like he had planned to go for a swim. Barry turned towards Gathranth, “Aye, looks like yer gettin' one o' those looks about goin' for a swim in the ri'er again huh? I know ya t' well my matey. Aye” The baryonyx turns back to Barry with a crocodile like grin. Barry continues,“Me think we should follow this con'oy a little bit longer” Seeing the cities rooftops up not to far ahead got Barry thinking about their last visit to the city. Knowing that most Dinotopians were very forgiving, Barry though about visiting the city again. He also had the thought that they be waiting for them and wound not let them in. Barry pondered on that thought for the longest time. Then Barry heard something up ahead very faintly. "As I breath deep, so I seek peace for all, Barry, Gathranth. Is there anything I may do for you, friends? That any should be unwelcome in any city saddens me." Barry replied, "Aye, yea, when ya get t' Waterfall City, Try t' persuade the t' let us in? If not so, will be on our way t' Sauropolis. Then Gathranth had that 'you got to be joking' look on his snout. "Aye, well we can only try Crocosaur. Just maybe for bein' away t' long from the city they forgotten all about it…"



{OOC: Sorry, I had a little downtime. With the weather and being very busy getting my home ready for the up comming inspections, I may not be on for awhile.}

[Marc LeSinge]

ooc: perhpas, Dwaggie, you should have answered Cyclid.

[Barry the Baryonyx]

{OOC: I just modified my last post to answer Cyclid}