*A/N: I don't own the concept of Dinotopia, I just play in it. All original
characters are mine, so please as before using them. Way OOC for Dinotopia.
Rated PG-13 for a possible occurrence of swearing, and some drug
references. I don't condone what's being done here. Any similarities
between characters and real life are coincidental. BD, SP*
"Silence," Chapter 2
Chandara
"Hey Bran, Dimorph for you!" A shocking blonde called up the stairs of a small row-house in the city of Chandara.
"Who is it from?" Andraste Bran called back from his room.
"Someone named Anthony, from Sauropolis." The blonde called back. She moved up a few steps. "Let him up?"
The creaking of Andraste's door opening gave the blonde her answer. "Third door to the left." She told the little blue Dimorphodon before letting it go to fly up the stairs and disappear.
"What's your message?" Andraste asked the messenger when it came to an uneasy landing on his bed-post.
The Dimorphodon cleared his throat. "Bran, this is 'Tony, from Sauropolis. Me and a few of my crew are leaving tomorrow. We have some business you'll be interested in." The Dimorphodon stopped and looked at the teen. Andraste handed him a fruit and a small dish of water and opened the window.
"Thanks." He said, turning back to his desk. Anthony and his crew would be coming in at least a day. Hope they knew to go to the Warehouse. Standing up, he tossed his head, flicking his brown hair away from his eyes. Grabbing his small pack that he kept his notebook and sketch book in, he ran down the stairs.
"Where are you going Bran?" The blonde asked.
"Out with my friends." Andraste said. "Later mom." He hopped down the steps of the house and ran down the street towards the Warehouse.
"He's always like that?" The blonde asked.
"Yes. Sorry about that, Amy." Andraste's mother said, sighing and putting a tray of cookies in the small wood-burning stove. She cast a glance after her son and turned to the blonde "He's probably late for something he and his friends do."
Running down various side-alleyways in the city, he made sure no one tried to follow him. At last, he reached a hollow skeleton of Chandara's brief industrial age; a crumbling warehouse, wrought iron gates and fence guarding the complex. Cranes loomed like sleeping sauropods over the grounds, never to be woken. Andraste slipped through the small gap in the gates and went up to a side door and pounded on it three times with his fist. With a groan, the door swung inwards and Andraste slipped inside.
"Bran! Finally been released, I see?" A small black girl chirped.
"I wasn't captive." Andraste said, brushing back a fragment of brown hair. "Just stuck with chores. Anyway, where are the rest of them, Cassie?"
"Out getting food. Why? Sudden meeting?" The girl asked.
"More of, we'll have visitors in a few days. Group of folks from Sauropolis, all friends, all like us." Adraste sat down in a large chair that had been set in the corner. Nearby was a table that was ready to fall apart at any moment, but it was still used as storage for papers and such that were necessary.
"People that dislike this wretched Island, who would have thought they found each other." Cassie said lightly, wrapping her arms around herself. "Any idea where they meet in Sauropolis?"
"In the catacombs. I hear they're extensive and rarely used by anyone any more. Same with the ones in Pooktook." Andraste answered, cracking a slight smile.
"Why are you smiling, Bran? You hardly ever smile." Cassie looked at him.
"Just thinking what Anthony could want." Andraste said. "He's an ambitious dolphinback. I just hope he thinks before he acts."
"Silence," Chapter 2
Chandara
"Hey Bran, Dimorph for you!" A shocking blonde called up the stairs of a small row-house in the city of Chandara.
"Who is it from?" Andraste Bran called back from his room.
"Someone named Anthony, from Sauropolis." The blonde called back. She moved up a few steps. "Let him up?"
The creaking of Andraste's door opening gave the blonde her answer. "Third door to the left." She told the little blue Dimorphodon before letting it go to fly up the stairs and disappear.
"What's your message?" Andraste asked the messenger when it came to an uneasy landing on his bed-post.
The Dimorphodon cleared his throat. "Bran, this is 'Tony, from Sauropolis. Me and a few of my crew are leaving tomorrow. We have some business you'll be interested in." The Dimorphodon stopped and looked at the teen. Andraste handed him a fruit and a small dish of water and opened the window.
"Thanks." He said, turning back to his desk. Anthony and his crew would be coming in at least a day. Hope they knew to go to the Warehouse. Standing up, he tossed his head, flicking his brown hair away from his eyes. Grabbing his small pack that he kept his notebook and sketch book in, he ran down the stairs.
"Where are you going Bran?" The blonde asked.
"Out with my friends." Andraste said. "Later mom." He hopped down the steps of the house and ran down the street towards the Warehouse.
"He's always like that?" The blonde asked.
"Yes. Sorry about that, Amy." Andraste's mother said, sighing and putting a tray of cookies in the small wood-burning stove. She cast a glance after her son and turned to the blonde "He's probably late for something he and his friends do."
Running down various side-alleyways in the city, he made sure no one tried to follow him. At last, he reached a hollow skeleton of Chandara's brief industrial age; a crumbling warehouse, wrought iron gates and fence guarding the complex. Cranes loomed like sleeping sauropods over the grounds, never to be woken. Andraste slipped through the small gap in the gates and went up to a side door and pounded on it three times with his fist. With a groan, the door swung inwards and Andraste slipped inside.
"Bran! Finally been released, I see?" A small black girl chirped.
"I wasn't captive." Andraste said, brushing back a fragment of brown hair. "Just stuck with chores. Anyway, where are the rest of them, Cassie?"
"Out getting food. Why? Sudden meeting?" The girl asked.
"More of, we'll have visitors in a few days. Group of folks from Sauropolis, all friends, all like us." Adraste sat down in a large chair that had been set in the corner. Nearby was a table that was ready to fall apart at any moment, but it was still used as storage for papers and such that were necessary.
"People that dislike this wretched Island, who would have thought they found each other." Cassie said lightly, wrapping her arms around herself. "Any idea where they meet in Sauropolis?"
"In the catacombs. I hear they're extensive and rarely used by anyone any more. Same with the ones in Pooktook." Andraste answered, cracking a slight smile.
"Why are you smiling, Bran? You hardly ever smile." Cassie looked at him.
"Just thinking what Anthony could want." Andraste said. "He's an ambitious dolphinback. I just hope he thinks before he acts."