Category: Land Before Time
Rating: T
Couples: canon ones of the adults
Warnings: AU
Chapter: 6
Copyright: Characters & places © By Appropriate Copyright-holder, Plot & OC´s © by me
Author's Note: this is a sequel to Future before Time
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The compromise was accepted, though not easily. The knowledge that there would be a meeting was made more precarious when the Swimmer-family revealed that there'd soon be another nest from them.
Thankfully, Olophon was a calmer male than Old Threehorn, so he did not rampage or rant about it all, but Hadria was well aware he'd rather she stay far away from the humans when they arrived, now even more than he would have otherwise.
To a lesser extent, so did the other mates, but their wives made it very clear it was either them or the children… which was even more unthinkable. So in the end, all of them would go.
"Are you sure it's wise to take the Threehorn?" Tyra looked over her shoulder at the dark-grey shape glowering up at her.
"Yes." Grandma inclined her head lightly, looking at her own mate up ahead. Their route to the humans had them travel along a mountain-path the Longnecks did not fit on side by side. Tyra was in fact risking quite a bit while walking beside the old female, barely fitting without falling down the side. "Just keep an eye on him."
"We're almost there." Pterano appeared above them, circling briefly. "The gate's there, but they aren't yet."
"It is quite a bit, still." Hadria looked up. Out of the simple fact that the dinosaurs did not have the human ways of telling them, the agreement of their meeting was when the Bright Circle was at its' highest point in the sky. When they left the Valley, the circle had barely started cresting the mountains surrounding it.
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"They honestly look so small and insignificant." The Old One looked at the small forms she had been told were humans. Most of them barely reached her knee and yet they were considered more dangerous than most – if not all – Sharpteeth any of them knew.
"Indeed." Bron beside her was tense, his sole biological child far too close to them for his liking. The youngster seemed to be excitedly talking to one of them that was mostly coloured white and was crouching to have its' face near Littlefoot's. He didn't like it one bit, but could do little but trust his former mother-in-law's assurances that all was well. If anything, he could trust her proximity to Littlefoot.
Looking around, he could see that there truly seemed to be several groups; at the front, closest to the humans were Littlefoot and Grandma Longneck, with a bit further behind them the others that had been taken – and the rest of the children – and behind those were he and those that had not been taken.
The younger grown-up looked to his left, where his father-in-law's eyes were fixed on the two at the very front. The older male would remain tense and worried until the humans were gone, no doubt.
The light-green Sharptooth in front of him snarled, her muscles tightening. He noted in worry that her tail was flexing as if to accommodate a dash forward.
"Tyra." The lone word was a sharp warning, the old female Longneck barely looking back. "Calm yourself."
The reaction was snappish enough that Bron flinched away from her on sheer instinct.
"You are worse than Mr. Threehorn." With little care for the power-differences, Hadria was looking up in amusement. The Sharptooth seemed to relax at the statement, her answer sounding almost purring. Below her, her young son snorted and had to repress some giggles.
"I must agree with her though, please do not insult those that cannot understand you." Grandma returned her full attention to the humans. "Someone might translate it and what will you do then, I wonder?"
Well, that was an interesting statement. Bron looked out over the group of small forms, looking for whomever reacted to her. He found it easily, a yellow form becoming vocal in answer.
His mother-in-law shifted a bit, her face changing to one he had seen long ago when her daughter had introduced him as a her intended mate. Both of the elder Longnecks had been dubious about her choice and he recalled the faint feeling of judgement whenever he had been around them until they had accepted him.
"Shut it." The words were angry, though the one speaking them still looked calm. "These are our families you are speaking about." Tria's sky-blue eyes narrowed.
