Part 1
Disclaimer: Do you think anyone actually reads these things for their legal value? I would really like to find that out. Whenever I read one of these things I do it just to see what is said as far as how pointless these things are. Anywho, down to the stuff that I have to say so that I don't get sued (though there doesn't seem to be any point to that since I have basically no money.) So here's the lowdown: I don't own Dinotopia (though I wish I did) it belongs to whoever has claim on it, I own very little of value here besides my characters (I have only read the original Dinotopia so I don't know if any of the names that I picked have been used before, if so than it is a complete coincidence) and the story. Whew (wipes sweat off of forehead) – OK. Now that that's over let's get on with the show.
Neeaila stood on a hill looking toward the west, the sun setting behind her. The wind playfully blew her long, curly, brown hair in her face. She automatically raised a hand and brushed the hair so that it didn't cover her sea green eyes, which never left the western horizon. Her ankle length leaf green skirt flapped against her legs. She wore a brown bodice that laced up the front, formed to her new curves, with a long sleeved white shirt underneath. At 14 (almost 15) she was about average height, very thin (in her opinion) very plain, very ordinary and not very pretty. The creature who stood beside her had told her many times other wise, but he wasn't human so she didn't really count that for much; every time he said that she would smile and say, "Thank you, Rix."
Rix was a protoceratops, an ambassador dinosaur, or at least he could have been, but he had been perfectly content to just stay in the valley and build a life there (and to keep and eye on Neeaila, though he would never tell her that.) Whenever Neeaila asked him why he didn't want to be an ambassador he would just shrug and say, "Why would I want to be one." Rix knew that this didn't completely satisfy her, but she was polite enough not to press, and after a while she stopped asking. Rix like Neeaila continued to stare at the western horizon. He had been doing this every evening with Neeaila for 8 years because it was important to her and he didn't want her to be alone.
Neeaila stared hard at the horizon. Then all of their waiting was rewarded: she smiled as she saw a speck on the horizon heading toward them.
"Here they come," said softly, grinning.
The speck came closer and closer; soon she was able to make out the Skybax and its rider. She lifted her hand in greeting; the rider did the same as he flew over her head.
"That's what I am going to be," she said in a hopeful tone as she and Rix watched the Skybax disappear into the sunset.
"That is over a year away, Aya," Rix reminded her, "Even then you aren't guaranteed to make it."
"I know it is a year away," Neeaila told him softly, "And I know that I might not make it, but I need something to hope for."
Rix nodded, he had very little doubt that she would make it, but he had to test her will every once in a while to make sure it was still strong enough.
"I had better get home," Neeaila said her voice suddenly taking on a touch of fear.
Rix immediately whished that he could come up with some reason for her not to go home, but knew it would only be worse, for her in the long- run to delay any further.
Neeaila looked at the sunset and made the wish that she had made every evening ever since she was 7. Then turned and headed home, Rix walking beside her, escorting her. With every step she took toward her house, the more foreboding she felt. She wished now more than eve that she was on the back of a Skybax out of here, but she just kept on going.
Disclaimer: Do you think anyone actually reads these things for their legal value? I would really like to find that out. Whenever I read one of these things I do it just to see what is said as far as how pointless these things are. Anywho, down to the stuff that I have to say so that I don't get sued (though there doesn't seem to be any point to that since I have basically no money.) So here's the lowdown: I don't own Dinotopia (though I wish I did) it belongs to whoever has claim on it, I own very little of value here besides my characters (I have only read the original Dinotopia so I don't know if any of the names that I picked have been used before, if so than it is a complete coincidence) and the story. Whew (wipes sweat off of forehead) – OK. Now that that's over let's get on with the show.
Neeaila stood on a hill looking toward the west, the sun setting behind her. The wind playfully blew her long, curly, brown hair in her face. She automatically raised a hand and brushed the hair so that it didn't cover her sea green eyes, which never left the western horizon. Her ankle length leaf green skirt flapped against her legs. She wore a brown bodice that laced up the front, formed to her new curves, with a long sleeved white shirt underneath. At 14 (almost 15) she was about average height, very thin (in her opinion) very plain, very ordinary and not very pretty. The creature who stood beside her had told her many times other wise, but he wasn't human so she didn't really count that for much; every time he said that she would smile and say, "Thank you, Rix."
Rix was a protoceratops, an ambassador dinosaur, or at least he could have been, but he had been perfectly content to just stay in the valley and build a life there (and to keep and eye on Neeaila, though he would never tell her that.) Whenever Neeaila asked him why he didn't want to be an ambassador he would just shrug and say, "Why would I want to be one." Rix knew that this didn't completely satisfy her, but she was polite enough not to press, and after a while she stopped asking. Rix like Neeaila continued to stare at the western horizon. He had been doing this every evening with Neeaila for 8 years because it was important to her and he didn't want her to be alone.
Neeaila stared hard at the horizon. Then all of their waiting was rewarded: she smiled as she saw a speck on the horizon heading toward them.
"Here they come," said softly, grinning.
The speck came closer and closer; soon she was able to make out the Skybax and its rider. She lifted her hand in greeting; the rider did the same as he flew over her head.
"That's what I am going to be," she said in a hopeful tone as she and Rix watched the Skybax disappear into the sunset.
"That is over a year away, Aya," Rix reminded her, "Even then you aren't guaranteed to make it."
"I know it is a year away," Neeaila told him softly, "And I know that I might not make it, but I need something to hope for."
Rix nodded, he had very little doubt that she would make it, but he had to test her will every once in a while to make sure it was still strong enough.
"I had better get home," Neeaila said her voice suddenly taking on a touch of fear.
Rix immediately whished that he could come up with some reason for her not to go home, but knew it would only be worse, for her in the long- run to delay any further.
Neeaila looked at the sunset and made the wish that she had made every evening ever since she was 7. Then turned and headed home, Rix walking beside her, escorting her. With every step she took toward her house, the more foreboding she felt. She wished now more than eve that she was on the back of a Skybax out of here, but she just kept on going.