Being a barymimus was difficult, Seriama thought. Of course, she had no frame of reference, but she had been told that not everyone had to suffer through what she had put up with over the course of approximately thirty years. She had been bullied by her peers, teased by strangers, and worst of all, electrocuted by a man who was supposed to be her friend. Even now, years after her escape from the paddock, she couldn't shake the unpleasant memory. She didn't want to be one of those dinosaurs who lost faith in all that was good, just because she had been unlucky enough to be hatched into an unforgiving world. Deep in her heart, Seriama had a simple mantra that echoed through her mind in troubled times.
"There are good people out there, and you can find them."
Of course, she had been proven wrong on several occasions, but she knew that Isla Sorna wasn't exactly a welcoming environment.
As if to prove her point, three baryonyx appeared from the opposite end of her field, cackling cruelly. Seriama stood her ground, even when they began to circle her.
'Seriama, Seriama . . . You're on our turf . . .'
Seriama smiled to conceal her unease.
'Actually, this is my field. I've had it for ten years. I'm sure you've made a mistake, but that's alright . . .'
One of the baryonyx bumped her side brutally.
'It's a nice field. We like nice things.'
Seriama bit her lip.
'I . . . I've lived here for a long time. I don't want to give it up. Maybe we could share-'
One of the baryonyx nipped at her heel. Seriama shrieked and lifted her foot.
'We don't share. We take.'
Seriama's lip quivered.
'Please . . . This is my home.'
She felt a twinge of anger as one of the baryonyx began to roll around in her favorite patch of sweetgrass.
'It's our home now. Beat it.'
Seriama stared at them, her mouth agape.
'I have nowhere to go!'
'That's not our problem.'
Seriama stood a little taller.
'Look, I know you want my field, but I think if you look inside your heart, you'll find that you can't take-'
'Three against one, Seriama. Are you willing to take us on?'
Seriama felt her breath growing shaky. The baryonyx stalked towards her.
'What'll it be?'
After a moment, Seriama bit her lip and turned to leave. She tried to ignore the baryonyx as they laughed at her. Although she was torn up about the loss of her home, she could always find a new one. This might even be a good opportunity to venture out and find something new and exciting. Maybe she could go on an expedition. Yes, that would be fun.
Seriama held her head high and trotted through the jungle. She was so thrilled with her exploration that she didn't notice a peculiar scent coming from where she was headed. For this reason, she was shocked to see a large dinosaur standing by a slow-moving stream.
From the very second she laid eyes on him, Seriama knew that she had fallen hopelessly in love.
The dinosaur was large, bulky, and covered in scales. He was supremely attractive. He was tall, taller than Seriama even, and he was roughly her shape, too. He wasn't a barymimus, but he was at least somewhat related to her species. He had the same claws that Seriama had, and his snout was wonderfully long. And his sail . . . Oh god, his sail . . . Seriama could hardly stand upright. Best of all, he had a tail. A big, long, glorious tail that could entwine itself with hers . . . theoretically.
Seriama leaned forward dazedly and lost her balance. Her foot snapped a small twig, and the mysterious dinosaur lifted his head. Seriama camouflaged herself instinctively, concealing her shape in the nick of time. The dinosaur shook his head and went back to making faces at his reflection.
Seriama watched him for a very long time. When he finally left, she made the impulsive decision to follow him. She wanted to get a closer look at this strange dinosaur, and maybe even get a reading on his demeanor. She had to be cautious, of course, since he was so large and intimidating, but at the same time, she had a good feeling that she was pursuing a dinosaur who would prove to be gentle, sweet, and undeniably kind.
Maybe he was the good person she was looking for.

That night, Seriama crept through a field, camouflaged, to spy on the object of her attraction. The dinosaur was rolling every which way, trying to get comfortable in the tall, yellow grass. Seriama felt like inviting him back to her own field, until she remembered that it wasn't hers anymore. If she could find another patch of sweetgrass, however, there was no doubt that she'd give it to the new dinosaur in a heartbeat. If it was big enough, they could share it. Then they could be close together, just like now, only he'd know that she was there. He'd want her to be there. He'd want her.
The dinosaur lifted his head. Seriama realized that she had been rippling with color, and promptly composed herself. She sometimes lost control of her camouflage when she got distracted, and she needed to be invisible, for the time being.
She was only a few feet away from the dinosaur now, and he was looking around for something suspicious, which happened to be her. He turned his head and inadvertently made eye contact with her. Seriama could feel her heart melting. The dinosaur's eyes were dark and deep, and she nearly forgot that she wasn't meant to be sitting in front of him.
Eventually, the dinosaur gave up his search and fell asleep. Seriama watched him quietly, taking care not to wake him up. She stared at this funny, sail-wearing dinosaur, and felt a glimmer of hope. He was so strange, unlike anything she'd ever seen before, and because of this, he must feel as alone as she did. She wanted him, and something in her heart told her that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that he'd want her too.
Seriama reached out and gently touched his snout. The dinosaur shifted slightly, but didn't wake up.
To be wanted, Seriama thought, was all a person could ask for in life. It was all well and good to own a field, roll around in sweetgrass, and hunt enough prey to stay alive, but simply having things was nothing compared to the idea of knowing that someone else might want to share them. Seriama was more than ready to share. Even now, without having said a single word to this dinosaur, she had planned out their entire life. She could see them swimming in the ocean, lying in the field, lapping up water from a shimmering lake . . . And it was perfect. He was perfect. If Seriama could have him, she wouldn't ask for anything else as long as she lived.
Before she could accidentally drift off, Seriama stood up and went to prepare herself for their first encounter. If she wanted to impress this dinosaur, she'd have to be as perfect as he was. It wouldn't be easy, of course, to accomplish this, but she was a woman on a mission. Nothing could stand in her way.
Somehow, some way, she was going to win the affection of this strange, new dinosaur.