We Will Hold On Forever

by

The Analyzer

Chapter 04: Unmentioned Ties Part 1

The bright circle was sinking to the west when the gathering at the meeting circle took place. The apparent appearance of a ghost in public was the talk of the valley and with so much rumor being swapped about, many wanted to have their facts cleared up on what actually happened. Littlefoot sat near his grandparents as they and other witnesses explained what occurred and clarified any misconceptions. It had been mentioned Littlefoot was present during the incident but his grandparents did their best to skim over any details involving him. His friends were present with their families and they sent him looks of sympathy throughout the meeting. Hyp and his father were conspicuous by their absence. The last anyone heard, they wished to be left alone.

When the eyewitnesses finished talking, there was a lull in the shocked and confused murmuring as everyone digested this information. Then Mr. Threehorn stepped forward.

"So, this is actually true?"

Grandpa Longneck sighed. "I'm having a hard time believing it myself. I can confirm though that my eyes and ears weren't playing tricks."

Mr. Clubtail nodded, face drawn. "Many of us here saw the ghost. She talked and acted just like a real person, except that you could see the other side of the clearing through her."

"And the way she disappeared..." Grandma Longneck trailed off. "Her poor mate and son. They never knew if the rumors about her death were true and for them to be tricked into thinking she was here the whole time…it's horrific."

"How does that happen anyway?" Guido swung his tail nervously. "Ghosts I can get and am scared of. Ghosts that can scramble your brains…I'm going to have even more nightmares!"

"I'm not sure." Grandpa Longneck said. "As long as no one recognized or commented that she was a ghost, not even she appeared to notice. It was only when we said we couldn't see her and poor Hyp went through her that the truth came out."

"Has this happened before?" Mama Swimmer asked. "I haven't heard of anything like this."

"Me neither and word by flyer can get pretty far." Mama Flyer said.

"Maybe this is a one time thing." Tria said comfortingly. "Hopefully it won't happen again."

Littlefoot twitched. It was so tempting to remain silent here and not reveal what he and his friends had been up to. Who knew how the grownups would react? But if there was something more to these incidents, it would be better if everyone had all the cards. He gazed at Cera and the others, who stirred warily, knowing what he was thinking. He pleaded with his eyes, emphasizing how important this might be. After a moment, they reluctantly nodded to his silent request. Littlefoot stole himself.

"No. This wasn't one time. It has happened before."

All attention snapped to Littlefoot, caught off guard by his sudden contribution. His grandparents stared, appearing to have an inkling of what was on his mind.

"Littlefoot," Grandma Longneck said slowly, "is there something you want to tell us."

Littlefoot nodded. "Something happened yesterday. Something very strange. Me and my friends thought we wouldn't have to talk about it but after what happened today…let me start over. It all started when we decided to see some interesting plants…"

He gave an abridged version of their encounter with Ichy and Dil, the horrible chase up and down those maze of tunnels, and the eventual revelation that the sharpbeak was a ghost and the emotional fallout between the predators. When Littlefoot finished, the grownups shifted, many uneasily, some skeptically.

"It was dark." Mr. Threehorn said. "You could have been seeing things."

"Darkness makes things blurry, not see through." Ruby said. "And we could see right through the sharpbeak."

"He not move around much, so we had long time to make sure he was ghost." Petrie said.

"I could smell the bellydragger but no matter how close he sounded, I never picked up a whiff of the sharpbeak." Chomper said.

"He tried to catch me, but he couldn't do it." Ducky said. "He really didn't like me and he could see me, so there shouldn't have been a mistake. But each time, he missed. I could hear him being confused and I was able to get away while he became even more confuseded."

"This is something we can't forget." Littlefoot said quietly. "We might misremember some details but we're all very sure of what we saw."

Spike nodded rapidly. Mr. Threehorn was discomforted by the seriousness of the children. He struggled for words.

"I mean, c'mon, ghosts!" he blurted. "You know how ridiculous it sounds. You can't seriously ask me to watch out for spooks from now on? They don't exist. It doesn't make any sense."

"I know it sounds strange, Topsy." Tria said. "But if both the grownups and kids swear up and down they saw ghosts, maybe we should consider it."

"Daddy, do you really think I'm the type to run around and babble about ghosts?" Cera said wryly.

"Oh course not, dear." Mr. Threehorn said quickly. "It's just – you know. You can't just ask me to believe this nonsense all at once!"

"Whatever our feelings, these events have happened." Grandma Longneck said. "If what you said is true…you poor children."

"You all got in danger again." Mama Swimmer looked at her children with a mix of sadness and reproach. "Oh, when are you two going to play games that are actually safe?"

Ducky cringed. "Sorry, Mama."

Spike also lowered his head, giving a mournful, contrite moan. Their brothers and sisters stared at them with bafflement and concern, glancing and muttering amongst themselves that two of their number had gotten themselves in the middle of such a fantastic event. Petrie glanced away as Mama Flyer watched him with concern.

"Why didn't you fly out and ask us for help when you gave those predators the slip?" she asked. "I'd have gladly followed you in there to give assistance. Our beaks are sharper and stronger than they look, I could have helped distract the bellydragger while you all escaped."

"Me didn't think of that." Petrie admitted. "We just think that if we leave, sharpbeak might follow us into valley where it harder to catch him and he could hurt smaller dinosaurs like my brothers and sisters or Ducky and Spike's brothers and sisters. He sneak up on us lots, so it could happen," he sheepishly added. "We just didn't know he was ghost, so he couldn't hurt anyone."

"It seems you kids didn't know a lot of things." Mr. Threehorn said disapprovingly. "Be thankful that you knew enough. If you didn't…" he shook his head. "I won't go through those thoughts again. Just promise us you'll try to get our help if you get in trouble."

"Unless you have the power to shrink, that might be a hard promise to keep, since we often get in trouble in places smaller than you." Cera said.

"Cera, please, be serious." Tria said. "We just can't stand the thought of losing you without at least trying to do something."

Cera looked at a bit exasperated but upon taking in her stepmother's expression, that changed into something like regret and understanding. Awkwardly, she looked at her father and tentatively shrugged at his stated request. Grandpa and Grandma Longneck examined Littlefoot, noting the bruise on his tail tip with enlightened, concerned gazes. Littlefoot averted his gaze guiltily but they only returned their attention to the rest of the meeting circle attendants.

"We mightn't be happy about what these children got into, but they present important information." Grandpa Longneck said. "This is a new, more personal danger for all of us. Any of us could wake up tomorrow and believe long gone enemies or loved ones still walk among the living. These ghosts might not want to hurt us, but if and when one of us finds out they have been dead all along, it would be emotionally devastating. These encounters aren't good for our mental health. I hope Hyp and his father will be able to recover from this but…from now on, I advise caution from everyone. Most if not all of us have loses that have impacted us deeply. It's not something many have the privilege to not worry about."

Some people around the meeting circle looked at each other nervously. The concept that any of them might be haunted by the mind warping spirit of a lost loved one was deeply unsettling. Bad enough to lose someone. But to have them come back and be made to believe they had always been alive only for them to disappear again was too horrible for some to contemplate. Others shifted their gaze between the ghost eyewitnesses and the rest of the crowd with a strange unidentifiable kind of unnerved perplexment. Mr. Threehorn surveyed everyone's expressions and sighed.

"And I thought your role was to keep calm even during great danger, longneck," he said. "Aren't you two always accusing me of spreading unnecessary panic?"

"We don't want anyone panicked." Grandpa Longneck replied. "To be clear, no one should be snooping around in other people's personal lives and drilling them about what they remember. That will only spread paranoia. Lead on your lives as you always do. However, if you spot anything out of the ordinary, report it to us as quietly as possible. If there's no issue present, we don't want to cause any embarrassment. If there is, well…we want a delicate approach here, one that would resolve the ghost issue as quickly and painlessly as is possible."

"But would quickly be the most painless and correct approach to this problem?" Mr. Thicknose frowned. "Surely, if the ghost is someone meaning to do harm, they should be swiftly dealt with. But if they are a lost loved one like with Hyp's family, perhaps we shouldn't be so hasty."

"But we don't yet know of the emotional or other effects of being in a ghost's presence." Grandma Longneck said. "We shouldn't experiment freely. These are people's lives we are dealing with."

"I agree with Mr. Thicknose." Big Daddy stepped forward. "I'm sure he's aware of your points. And…" he shifted uncomfortably. "Look, if this ghost thing really happened as you say – and putting aside that my brain is having a hard time taking it in – the fact is many have experienced loss where matters and feelings have been left unresolved. If their loved one comes back and this is the only chance to speak to them while we're alive – wouldn't it be better to give the living and dead time to clean up these relationship issues before telling them the truth?" Glancing at his charges, he quietly added. "If I see them talking to thin air and I hear the words 'Mommy' and 'Daddy'…it would be so hard to not walk away and give them as many days together as they need. Not to mention there are people I want to make apologies to. I have sometimes said things I shouldn't have."

"Yes." Mr. Thicknose said, mind elsewhere. "I haven't always been a perfect or kind teacher. It'd be very tempting to ignore the signs something isn't right in order to make amends."

"I can understand both of your sentiments." Grandpa Longneck said, a troubled wistfulness entering his eyes. He shook it off. "But we mustn't let our feelings get in the way of what might be dangerous. If we know this is going on somewhere, we can't stand back too long before interceding."

"Fair point." Mr. Thicknose said, reluctantly pulling his mind back to the present. "Then what do you suggest? For the first few incidents, should we wait a full day once it is known a ghost incident is happening before we intercede?"

Grandpa and Grandma Longneck gazed at each other, the sentiment to make sure people were safe fighting with the desire to make people at least emotionally happy. At length, Grandma Longneck sighed.

"Those are the best conditions we can have with the little we know," she said. "No matter what we do, this is going to be tough for them."

"Yes, one wrongly-placed word might make this weird situation worse for ghost and nonghosts alike." Big Daddy said, concern holding a bit of dryness.

Mr. Thicknose nodded. "This needs a delicate approach, as Grandpa said. Who would be willing to volunteer to break the news to them? I know this is an unenviable task, but this has to be done."

There were several whispers and several stepped back, looking apprehensive about such a duty either because they had to deal with supernatural spirits or the emotional repercussion they might incur if they made a misstep. Some were openly staring at Mr. Thicknose's request, while others awkwardly avoided eye contact with anyone. After many seconds of silence, Mr. Thicknose sighed, looking disappointed but not surprised. He resolutely opened his mouth but Grandpa and Grandma Longneck nodded to each other firmly and stepped forward.

"Very well." Grandpa Longneck said. "Grandma and I volunteer for the role."

The whispers started up again. Littlefoot glanced at his grandparents with concern. Their expressions were a bit sad but resolute. Mr. Thicknose also looked worried.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "This will be a difficult task. You might become dreaded by many you approach even innocently. Even with all the good you do during difficult times for this valley, this might be too much. I can take it, this wouldn't be the first time I've been seen on less than favorable terms."

"Please don't underestimate us." Grandma Longneck said. "We have lived most of our cold times outside the valley and often had to make tough decisions with many groups. This would be far from the first time we've been looked on unfavorably or dealt with those coping with loss. Don't worry, we can take it."

"We aren't perfect with social matters by any means," Grandpa Longneck added, "but at our age we're used to dealing with all kinds of people. Hopefully with that experience, we can minimize any pain this situation will bring. Not to mention," he said quietly, "it might be necessary but we want as few as possible to take on this painful duty our bumbling made necessary. You still have much knowledge and wisdom to contribute, Mr. Thicknose. We don't want anyone to be afraid of you every time you fulfill your teaching duties. We hope that's okay with you."

Mr. Thicknose nodded reluctantly. "I can understand. It'd be hard to teach what I know if people are scared of me. Not to mention, since I'm still not a people person, I'm probably ill-suited for the role. I've improved a lot there, but my manner can still rub others the wrong way and the last thing we need is to upset people further. Nevertheless, I don't like just standing back and letting you do all the work about the ghosts…" he shook his head. "Listen to me, talking about ghosts as if they're normal."

"Yeah." Big Daddy said wonderingly. "I'd be willing to help too with this, erm, condition, but, really…what's this world coming too?"

"I don't know. Hopefully with our efforts, we can find out." But Grandma Longneck smiled gratefully. "And don't worry. If we need help, we won't hesitate to ask you two…or anyone else who is willing to offer assistance." She raised her head to address the general crowd. "If you have any proof that someone has a ghost with them, be sure to report it to us so we might investigate. As far as we can tell, the signs of a ghost involve someone believing a loved one or enemy is back, talking to thin air, feeling coldness at their touch, and not acknowledging they have ever been gone or maybe having an excuse for their absence. Don't approach on your own without permission."

"Remember, we want to cause as little emotional damage as possible." Grandpa Longneck said. "If you press them too hard on the inconsistencies of their version of events, they or the ghost might blurt out the truth, or a loved one might accidentally fall through the ghost. We don't want you or them to have to deal with the fallout without some sort of assistance. Now, if that's clear, I believe all of us can move on for the day."

The crowd nodded and murmured in ascent before they began to break apart into smaller whispering groups. Some went home or back to their other activities huddled together, as though fearing ghosts would wander toward them from the dark ("I mean, I lost my memories." Guido said. "So if someone I knew during that blank time died, that means they can't haunt me, right?") Others left individually or in far calmer, confused groups ("Do you believe what they say, Daddy?" Lizzie asked. "…let me think about it." Big Daddy said.). Whatever their mood, sleep wasn't going to be easy for many that night. While the meeting wrapped up, Cera and the others approached Littlefoot with some concern.

"Hey, you feeling alright there?" Cera asked.

"It not sound fun, discovering someone's mom is a ghost." Petrie said.

"I'm okay." Littlefoot lowered his head a bit. "It's just…I feel like I ruined Hyp's family by nosing in like that."

"You obviously didn't mean to." Ducky said comfortingly. "You were just worried about them. You didn't know your grandparents were going to follow."

"When something happens, it happens." Ruby said philosophically. "Thinking about what you could have done is okay, but thinking about what you will do now is also important."

"We could help you with that, if you want." Chomper suggested. "I know if we had been there, it might have been worse but…"

Spike walked over and gave Littlefoot's leg his best supportive nuzzle, smiling reassuringly. The corners of Littlefoot's lips curved upward.

"Thanks, guys," he said. "I'll consider what you say."

"Hey, you might have to." Petrie replied. "If more ghosts show up."

"Are more really going to show up?" Cera asked doubtfully.

"It's a coincidence now." Ducky said. "Mama talked all about how to know if a pattern's happening. Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three is a pattern." She counted them off with her fingers before looking puzzled. "She didn't say what four or more would mean, but if it happens again, it's going to be a pattern, it is, it is."

"If it does happen again, I hope it won't be as sad as those last two times." Chomper said.

"It's as Ruby said, Chomper." Littlefoot replied. "When something happens, it happens. I don't like it but…if it's going to happen again, we might as well prepare and I'm already thinking about that…"

Littlefoot looked at his grandparents. They were finishing up conversations with Mr. Thicknose and a few other lingerers before turning to leave, glancing back at him curiously. Littlefoot hesitated, and his friends noticed.

"You want to go with them, don't you?" Cera said.

Littlefoot turned to them regretfully. "Sorry. I want to play with you guys, but after what we experienced, I can't leave them."

"Hey, it's no big deal." Cera shrugged. "Our afternoon was pretty much screwed the second that ghost showed up anyway."

"After that, me doubt our parents would want us to be too far away either." Petrie said.

"It's only natural you wish to be with your grandparents after what you all went through, it is, it is." Ducky said. "Go with them. We can always play tomorrow, right?"

Spike, Chomper, and Ruby nodded, eyes alight with understanding. Littlefoot found himself smiling, filled with such warm it momentarily overwhelmed the guilt and fear drifting inside him.

"Thanks. I appreciate your understanding, really." Littlefoot glanced behind him and started walking back. "Anyway, I've got to go. We'll definitely catch up tomorrow, okay?"

There were nods and vocal reassurances. Littlefoot couldn't help but notice Cera gave a little sigh as he said goodbye and observed her join her family, Mr. Threehorn disgruntled and exasperated. She clearly didn't share her father's skepticism of ghosts but she had her doubts about more showing up on the horizon. For one of the few times in his young life, Littlefoot wished she would be right. Maybe these were freak incidents and nothing more would come of them than stories that would be passed on to other places and future generations.

Attempting to wrestle down the doubt in response to that possibility, Littlefoot accompanied his grandparents home. He tried to turn his mind to much more pleasant matters, like the fun he and his friends had today and the pleasant weather the valley had been having lately. Anything that would stave off the nightmares that would surely come from these experiences. Littlefoot was so preoccupied with these thoughts he didn't realize his grandparents' silence was anything unusual until they broke it.

"Littlefoot, we would like to apologize." Grandpa Longneck said.

Littlefoot blinked. "Wait, what?"

"It's about that matter with Hyp and his family. We're…sorry for having decided to follow you."

"We've heard you say many odd things before." Grandma Longneck added. "But you acted so scared about the rumor of Hyp's mother being dead, that you suddenly ran off, and it concerned us. We wanted to make sure you were safe."

"And when you were trying to patch up the situation with that family, we blundered in and made everything worse." Grandpa Longneck closed his eyes. "To have to say goodbye like that, watched like some scandalous story…we should have trusted you more. We should have stayed away."

"No, don't blame yourselves." Littlefoot said quickly, chest aching. "I shouldn't have approached them in the first place. This all got started because I got nosy. I know I should leave others to their own business but when I hear they're in trouble…"

"It's understandable, Littlefoot." Grandma Longneck said. "Don't be ashamed of that part of yourself. It has helped so many people. Even if you often don't bring attention to it, we notice and are quite proud."

"Though there are other things you don't bring attention to that we don't notice." Grandpa Longneck said, eyes flicking to Littlefoot's tail. "You didn't tell us where that tail bruise really came from, or mention the ghost incident. Why?"

Littlefoot lowered his gaze. "I – we just didn't think anyone would believe us. I mean – ghosts, right? You would think we were just making it up, or that there was something wrong with us. We had no idea what any of it meant, so we decided to not tell you about it so you wouldn't be worried."

"So you didn't trust anyone enough to tell the truth." Grandma Longneck said. She sighed. "Sad to say, your concerns were well-founded. I likely wouldn't have believed in your ghost claims if I didn't see them for myself. I wish we would have. I wish we could be trusted enough to be told."

"Though we appreciate you told us now." Grandpa Longneck added. "You knew there was important information connected to today's incident and bravely spoke in front of everyone. It was a commendable decision."

"An experience that huge must have been hard to carry for the last day." Grandma Longneck said. "I know you children have your secrets, and that's okay, but I'm glad you and your friends no longer have to carry something so upsetting alone."

"Yeah…" Littlefoot replied, the memory of yesterday's dream, of his grandparents' unresponsive forms, rising prominently in his mind. He attempted to shake it off. "Well, maybe it would have been better if I told you and you didn't believe me. If you held me back, Hyp mightn't have had to lose his mother all over again."

"Now we don't know that for sure." Grandpa Longneck said. "That kind of illusion might survive for a whole day but it can only be kept up for so long before someone noticed and called it out. Hyp or his father might have accidentally fell through her in their attempt to offer physical comfort or if they saw her walking through any bushes…they would have to be quite lucky to avoid any of that for many days at a time. Still, to have had to say goodbye like that…" he shook his head. "That's another reason why we picked this duty. We want to make up for the mistakes we made involving Hyp's family. We don't know what physical effects these ghosts might have on the living, but we don't want to hurt people. For now, we wish to control the damage that comes with the truth being revealed until we can find out what's going on and either stop it or-" He sighed. "This isn't going to be pleasant. This will be a long several days."

"I'm sorry." Littlefoot said. "I wish you didn't have to do this."

"Don't apologize. We're just doing what is necessary." Grandma Longneck turned to her husband. "Tonight and in the morning, let's discuss how to approach those with ghostly experiences with the truth."

"I agree." Grandpa Longneck nodded. "We should prepare carefully before doing anything. We might still have to learn with experience but better to limit the damage from mortal error."

"I'll help too." Littlefoot said eagerly. "I can accompany you on those missions, help the victims, and-"

Grandma Longneck frowned. "That is very considerate of you, Littlefoot, but you let us handle this situation. It might be best if you stay away."

"We don't wish you to go through that kind of emotional turmoil again." Grandpa Longneck said. "Even after all you went through, you're still a child. We don't want you to see you go through further hard experiences that are unhealthy for someone your age."

"But this will be hard on you too." Littlefoot protested. "Even if you have experience dealing with death, taking on this duty over and over won't be healthy for you, especially since strength fades when you're old and um er, dah-"

He verbally stumbled as he realized too late the rudeness of what he was saying. Grandpa and Grandma Longneck gazed at him, a bit startled for several moments, and Littlefoot cringed guiltily. Then they laughed, voices light with gentle mirth that went on for a bit. Littlefoot watched them with some confusion, not knowing what to think or say. Once they calmed down, they smiled at him.

"Thank you, Littlefoot." Grandpa Longneck said, with a bit of a chuckle still in his voice. "After all the worries of today, we needed that moment of levity. There are times where a child's honesty is the cure we need."

"Don't worry so much." Grandma Longneck said. "We might not be as spry as we used to be, but we are hardier than we look. Our new duty will be tough but we'll survive through it. Have more faith in us."

"Oh, alright." Littlefoot said sheepishly. "Sorry. It's just – I worry."

"We know, and appreciate your concern." Grandma Longneck said, before she and her husband exchanged suddenly twinkling glances. "It's just that sometimes we think that you need reminding that…"

Littlefoot picked up his pace to be closer to their heads, curious. Then he laughed out of surprise as she and Grandpa Longneck suddenly took turns ticklishly poking his sides with their tails

"You – are – not – the – parent – around – here." Grandma Longneck continued, she and Grandpa emphasizing each word with a poke.

Littlefoot squirmed, giggling helplessly as his grandparents gave him some extra pokes to make their point. When they finally relented, he unbalanced and nearly toppled off his feet, his spirits lighter. Grandpa and Grandma Longneck looked at him good-naturedly, smiling.

"I hope we didn't go overboard with that." Grandpa Longneck chuckled. "Just concentrate on being a kid for now. Have fun with your friends and get up to a bit of silliness. It's good for you health. Let us handle this matter."

"Okay." Littlefoot said unsurely. "But it doesn't seem like I'm helping much."

"On the contrary," Grandma Longneck said, "seeing you when we come back, happy and played out, would be a shining light in these strange and terrifying days. Engaging you in games and teasing you will also lift our spirits. It might not seem big to you, but to people as old as us, it's one of the greatest gifts in life."

"If you wish to help us, that would be one way." Grandpa Longneck said. "In a way, you'll be there for us with the emotional aftermath. We would very much appreciate it. Do you understand?"

"Al – alright." Littlefoot then put on a determined face. "I'll do my best to do that then."

His grandparents chuckled, and Littlefoot felt a smile alight his face as they continued their journey home. He was encouraged by their words. If he remained himself, then his grandparents would be all the better for it. He had seen how much he and his friends acting their age drew smiles from their parents, even from the gruff Mr. Threehorn. Coming home to his grandparents smiling from a good day of fun, and possibly engaging them in play as well, made Littlefoot feel warm inside. If that was the most his grandparents wanted from him, that which would make them happy, he supposed he could do that. He loved the joy that came with being a kid and spreading it to even the most senior people he knew.

He tried to ignore the curdling of doubt that even with Littlefoot's support and the strength of his grandparents, dealing with death like this would still put a large amount of stress on them, the kind of stress which could shave years off of their remaining lifespans and make what time they did have left difficult. He also didn't think about how those worries were connected to the dream he didn't tell them about. Grandma was right, it was okay to have secrets, Littlefoot told himself. No one told everything to everyone. His grandparents didn't need to know about this. They had enough worries on their minds. With that in mind, Littlefoot caught up with his parents and attempted to cheer himself up with the thought of making the most of their peaceful evening together before the morning came.

Tria woke up with a bit less sleep blinking than usual. The bright circle had risen to the point where many valley denizens usually awakened and, after a moment of adjusting to consciousness, she joined them in yawning and stretching. She felt somewhat pleased. She had anticipated the challenges of being a parent but ever since Tricia was born, her sleep schedule had been on a rollercoaster. A lot of times, she felt tired in some capacity and some days she had to get by with no rest at all. But she had been feeling less and less tired as time went on. Even after the disturbances of yesterday, Tria nevertheless felt quite well rested.

*I think I might be getting the hang of this mother thing after all.* she thought. *I don't care as much about the annoyances – they make it all worth it.*

Tria smiled fondly toward where Cera and Tricia slept next to one another. They weren't as close as they used to be but the pair appeared to take a note to be near each other when they rested. They were so sweet to each other and to Tria. Even when Cera was grumbly toward Tria, it wasn't that much different then when she was grumbly to her father and she could be nice and considerate to her stepmother. Tria was glad she could call them her daughters. She looked up and realized her mate was up as well. Ever since she became another pair of eyes to watch their daughters, Mr. Threehorn allowed himself to sleep in a bit more but he had been an early riser for too long to shake it completely. He stared grumpily up at the Great Wall.

"Morning, Topsy." Tria said. "Did you not get a good rest?"

"Oh, what?" Mr. Threehorn said distractedly. "Morning Tria. I slept fine. It's just…this ghost business. They were all taking it so seriously last night. I can't help but think how it's going to have everyone jumping at shadows. This nonsense is going to make the next few days unbearable."

"I wouldn't call it nonsense." Tria replied. "It's not like Grandpa and Grandma Longneck are known for inventing wild tales."

"That's the problem. They are honest to a fault, and ghosts are so…ludicrous." Mr. Threehorn sighed. "It doesn't make any sense in my brain. How can it be true?"

"Unless you see it for yourself, it is pretty hard to believe." Tria admitted, tone wavering momentarily with her own confusion and doubt. "But until I see otherwise, I'll believe them. Don't worry, Topsy. I'll make sure we all find some happiness in these barmy days."

That got a smile out of Mr. Threehorn, and Tria was happy. Whenever she could get her mate out of his grumpy demeanor, it felt like a victory. Then his expression became oddly faraway as he muttered to himself.

"See it for…see you at…" he frowned, as though attempting to call something to memory. "Wait, is it today?"

Tria didn't notice anything unusual. "Cera's probably going to be with her friends as usual and Dinah and Dana's mother has graciously said she and her mate wouldn't mind looking after Tricia for a bit. I was thinking, since that would leave some time for ourselves, we might go somewhere special and-"

"I'm afraid I have something to do." Mr. Threehorn interrupted. "I have to check up on a thing and I only just now remembered it."

"Huh?" Tria blinked. "What do you need to check on?"

"It's something important." Mr. Threehorn looked uncomfortable. "I don't have time to explain. I need to be there quickly. Say morning to Cera and Tricia for me."

And just like that, he got up and moved quickly, disappearing in the distance and leaving Tria bemused. What was that all about? It wasn't unusual for her mate to walk off in various moods and about to accomplish vaguely worded missions but this was so abrupt she was left rooted to the spot.

She was distracted from her worries with several yawns. Cera and Tricia were waking up, stretching and blinking as they took stock of their surroundings.

"Morning, Tria." Cera said. "Where did Dad go?"

"I don't know." Tria replied. "He didn't stick around to explain."

"You mean he left before you woke up?"

"No, he said he had to check up on a thing quick. I couldn't get more than a sentence in before he dashed off."

Cera widened an eye quizzically. "Really? That's strange. What could be the rush this early in the morning?"

"Don't ask me." Tria looked thoughtful. "Though come think of it, he was muttering about if something was today or not. I thought it was only early morning grogginess."

"Today, huh? What's so special about today…"

Cera trailed off. She was suddenly wide awake, glancing at the bright circle as though startled by its existence. She turned to Tria.

"Hey Tria," Cera said carefully, "would it be alright if me and Tricia went out together for the day?"

"Why, of course not." Tria said, taken aback. "But what's this all of a sudden?"

"Well, it's been a while since the two of us hung out. You know how I stick with my friends like tar – sometimes literally…" Cera shook her head. "Anyway, I was thinking we could have a sisters day out to make up for it. Hey Tricia, would you mind spending the day with me?"

Tricia had been biting experimentally on a tiny bush and it took a moment for her young mind to process Cera's question. Then she brightened and all but bounded to Cera, climbing onto her sister's back and attempting to make herself at home there. Cera winced.

"Ouch! Watch where you're stepping. I think you've been hanging around Dinah and Dana too much." Cera returned her attention to Tria. "Is this alright with you?"

Tria looked at the two smiling, expectant faces, and all her confusion was overcome by warmth. "Why, of course. I was thinking you two should spend more family time together. Go on. Just steer clear of some of the things you and your friends get into."

"Don't worry." Cera rolled her eyes slightly but was clearly thrilled by the permission. "Not every day out is a life or death battle. Anyway, see you later!"

Cera trooped off, with Tricia balancing on her sister's frill to give her mother a little wave of farewell. Tria waved back, smiling until they were gone and she was alone. She sighed, more than a little confused.

"Why is everyone in a hurry to get away at the last minute?" Tria wondered to the world in general.

Mr. Threehorn strolled through the thick trees trying to be discreet and casual. This was difficult to accomplish but he wished to avoid attracting attention and if someone did notice him, he didn't want them to think he was doing anything out of the ordinary. He did feel guilty for having left Tria so abruptly like that, but he didn't have the time to explain and felt the truth of this meeting might upset her. He hoped no one watched him and passed any implicating words to her. Fortunately, the treetops grew close together and he blended with the dim morning light. So far, he didn't come across anyone here. That had been the plan. This forest in the Great Valley wasn't visited often and was the perfect place to meet someone out of public view.

He went to the assigned meeting place, three trees that grew so closely together only a youth like Cera would be able to squeeze between them. There was nobody there but he waited, shifting from one foot to the other and looking about for signs of movement. Was he on time? Could something be holding her up? He attempted to dismiss these worries but it had been so long since they last saw each other and if anything went wrong…

"You're here, Topps. Am I late?"

Mr. Threehorn raised his head and his breath was taken away. Walking toward him was a familiar face, one he hadn't seen or thought about in so long. She appeared to have rushed here to be present on time but she was only slightly breathless.

"Hey, I thought I was the late one." Mr. Threehorn said, averting his gaze. "I only just remembered this morning we were going to meet. So, um…shall we go for a walk?"

His companion agreed to this proposition. Together, the two walked side-by-side through the forest, careful not to get too close to the edge where people might be. There was an awkward silence, a silence for where to start.

"So, how are things going?" The companion asked.

"Things are pretty peaceful." Mr. Threehorn replied. "Once in a while, people get into hysterics over something but, erm, we usually get over it. All things considered, we're pretty happy here."

"This is a good place to raise a family." There was a pause. "How is…Cera coping?"

"She still gets grumbly with me but we always make up. She gets into trouble with those friends of hers but…she's happy."

"I meant how is Cera dealing with a certain absence."

Mr. Threehorn hesitated. "She doesn't talk about it. I can count on one paw how many times she brought you up."

"Does she not talk about it, or do you not bring it up?" she asked, with a touch of resentment.

Mr. Threehorn glanced away. His companion sighed, more directed at herself than at him.

"Okay, that was unfair. This topic is difficult to discuss. Sometimes, the only way to deal with it is to put it off. But it's also difficult…to hear how I'm something that keeps getting put off."

"I do want to mention you." Mr. Threehorn said quickly. "But there seems to be no right time for it. When there is…well, it's hard to find the right words."

His companion paused before she asked. "Do you find the right words with Tria?"

"Tria?" Mr. Threehorn looked momentarily confused before shaking it off. "We, um…I can get quite tongue-tied with her as well, either because of her teasing or…she is very nice and that can make it hard to talk with her about difficult matters or decisions I think we should make. I try to talk more with her but…"

"It seems I'm not only one who is suffering from that," she said fondly, and with traces of relief. "I hope she is treating Cera well."

"She has been good to her. Occasionally, she annoys Cera when she pushes her to try new things but Cera has quite taken with her. They take to bathing in mud pools together every now and then."

"I see." His companion said, with the slightest envy. "She has always been close to you. It's good to hear she has taken to the mother figure this time."

"Cera always favored both of us." Mr. Threehorn replied, aware of his companion's feelings. "There was a bit of difference but it wasn't much. Not to mention, Cera could be closer to Tria but for the past few cold times, Tria has her paws full taking care of Tricia."

"Tricia. Cera's new sister. So," she blew out a breath, "you really got close to this Tria."

"Uh, yes." Mr. Threehorn glanced away. "Since the two of us are now…you know…I thought that would be okay."

His companion took a moment to regain her control before closing her eyes and nodding. "No, you're right. Finding new mates is normal after people find themselves single again. I shouldn't be surprised. I'd have done the same thing except I was, um occupied. Do Cera and Tricia at least get along?"

"Very well." Mr. Threehorn answered. "Cera didn't take to Tricia at first but she's been a very good to her. Tricia is so sweet and curious. They make each other happy."

"Good," she sighed. "At least Cera has some company. It must have been quite a while since she had sisters to play with. Speaking of, have you or her talked about – well, since I'm not being brought up…"

Mr. Threehorn shook his head regretfully. "It's hard to find the right words there too. I know that isn't an excuse but..."

"It's an explanation." There was another sigh. "I know, in a way. I try to be reasonable but even I'm having a hard time not feeling jealous about the new family you made. I thought we would get better at this feelings thing."

"Me too. Every time you think it gets easier, you end up right at the beginning."

There was a thoughtful silence. Mr. Threehorn glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to shake his head. This was a rare time where they could reconnect and it shouldn't be taken up by problems and grievances. There must be happy anecdotes both parties could report on. Maybe later, they could discuss problems, but for now…

Mr. Threehorn forced a smile. "Let's leave all that aside for the moment. How have you been doing? Anything funny you or the girls have been up to?"

His companion gave him a look, knowing exactly what tactic he was using. Still, she returned the smile. "Oh, like you wouldn't believe. Would you like to hear about how we missed the path to here and almost climbed a mountain? The girls and I weren't fans of that..."

Mr. Threehorn nodded, chuckling and relaxing as they started a long day of exchanging funny and heartwarming personal stories.

"Which shell is the berry under now, Petrie?" Ruby asked.

Petrie scanned the line of snapping shells Ruby arranged before him critically, as though attempting to pinpoint the correct one with the slightest differences in its surface patterns. After a few seconds, he fidgeted nervously.

"Oh, me don't know." Petrie said. "Maybe…that one?"

Ruby obligingly flipped over the shell Petrie indicated to, revealing a green beetle wiggling on its back. Petrie flinched in disgust. Ruby smiled.

"Is this something you want to eat?" she teased.

Petrie picked up the insect for inspection. He turned and presented it to Chomper.

"Me think this for you." Petrie said.

"Oh boy!" Chomper plucked the beetle from Petrie and tossed it into his mouth, chewing enthusiastically. "Thanks, Petrie. This is delicious."

Petrie shakily laughed. "No problem. Me already thought that if me found a bug, it'd be yours."

"I thought that too." Ducky agreed. "You're the only one of us who finds them tasty, you are, you are."

"Looks like you get all the bugs, Chomper." Ruby teased.

Chomper raised his head, grinning. "That's right. I get all the bugs!"

The nasally proclamation elicited good-natured laughter from the others. With the ghostly happenings of the last two days, the gang was determined to make today as light and fun as possible. They were sitting near a pond, Ruby having arranged a line of snapping shells where she hid several foods. The others had to guess the correct food and they were allowed to eat whatever was underneath. Since Chomper and Spike had good noses that might detect what was underneath, it was decided their nostrils should be stuffed with small leaves to level the playing field. The pair not only didn't mind but seemed to find it highly amusing. As their friends laughed, Chomper and Spike caught each other's eye and burst into yet another series of nasally giggles, rocking from side to side with mirth.

Littlefoot spirits lifted at the silliness of his friends, but he had been rather quiet the several hours they had been together. He wasn't exactly depressed but his eyes were lowered in thought and an occasional melancholic tinge entered his gaze. Ducky rolled into Littlefoot's side, giggling up a storm.

"Hey Littlefoot, cheer up," she said. "Don't you find all this very funny?"

"I do." Littlefoot replied, giving her an appreciative look. "I just can't stop thinking about what Grandpa and Grandma might be doing right now. I know they said not to worry about the ghosts but how can I just go off and have fun when my grandparents, who should be enjoying a relaxing day, could be dealing with a ghost right now?"

Ducky patted him sympathetically. "You helped them as best as you could. We told everyone about what happened in the caves, which gave everyone a better idea of what's going on. We did good, we did, we did."

"I know." Littlefoot sighed. "But they were whispering so seriously this morning when I said goodbye to them. Normally, they are relaxed and smiling when I go to meet you guys but to see them so worried, before anything happened…it makes me feel bad."

Ducky tapped her cheek anxiously, silent for a few moments. "Well, being sad is going to give them one more thing to worry about. I know you can't help being worried, but maybe trying to have some fun will ease it up. It might help. It would make everyone happy, but it'd make you happy too, it would, it would."

"She's right, Littlefoot." Chomper said, leaning closer to him. "Sometimes there's only so much you can do. I really couldn't save my mommy and daddy from getting hurt by Redclaw." He looked melancholy for a moment. "It still hurts. I wish there was some way I could have helped them more." He perked up. "But playing and hanging out with you guys cheers me up so much. My parents said they would rest easy knowing I'm taking care of myself in that way and I'm sure it would be the same with your grandparents."

"Eh, eh." Spike agreed, leaning against Littlefoot's other side, his head gesturing to the shell game and the friends around them and smiling up at him. Ducky picked up on his meaning.

"I think Spike's trying to say that playing around with your friends is important too," she said. "Especially since we're not in danger of being eaten or squished or getting hurted in anyway right now. He really likes those times, and I do too. Not only does it mean we're happy, but us being happy can make our parents happy too."

Spike was nodding along to Ducky's words. He looked a little sad Grandpa and Grandma Longneck were taking on such a heavy duty but he nudged Littlefoot encouragingly and smiled for him to enjoy this moment, just like his grandparents wanted. With Chomper, Ducky, and Spike leaning against him supportively, Littlefoot couldn't stop the warm smile crossing his face.

"Okay, okay, I'll try not to be too frowny today. Though that might be hard."

"Hey, with my and Spike's noses stuffed today, it'll be hard to remain frowny, right?" Chomper asked. "Even more so if Cera were here to see."

Littlefoot chuckled. "You two look so silly, she wouldn't be able to resist making some funny comments. I wish we could've found her." He was troubled for a moment, before shaking it off. "Still, with you two like that, it'll be hard to be in a really sad mood for long."

"I know. Me and Spike can't stop smiling and laughing in this state." Chomper said, cheerful nature only momentarily wavering at the mention of Cera. Then he became oddly thoughtful. "You know, I suddenly have an idea of how to really make your sad mood go away…"

Littlefoot suddenly found his friends' comforting contact pressing against him with a bit more strength. He squirmed but found it hard to move as Chomper, Ducky, and Spike grinned up at him with all too much teeth.

Littlefoot laughed. "Oh, no!"

Ruby and Petrie watched with fond grins as Littlefoot was pounced upon, Ducky dashing off to get suitable nose-stuffing plant matter while Spike and Chomper pinned themselves on top of Littlefoot's stomach. As the three wrestled and laughed happily, Ruby turned slightly and pulled the shell that hid the beetle out of view, where she secretly put in another food item.

"Don't feel too bad." Ruby reassured. "Even I don't guess what's underneath right from time to time. It's a game for guessing."

Petrie lowered his head slightly. "But you guess much better."

"I've been doing this with my parents since I've been young. My parents did this with me not only because it was fun, but to help me notice small details that might help me in surviving in the Mysterious Beyond. It has helped me a lot in noticing details, which has helped me a lot with planning." Ruby paused, fiddling with the shell and the food item. "But I don't notice all the details, so my plans don't always go right. I've been in the valley for a while and I still notice details I haven't noticed before. That does make exploring and learning fun, but since part of my reason for coming to the valley is to notice enough details to come up with a plan, that can be a problem…"

"You mean helping with Redclaw?" Petrie asked. At her nod, he continued. "Me sure you definitely come up with plan! You smart, it can happen. Sometime it take time. It took me while to be able to fly. My parents, Uncle Pterano, and brothers and sisters kept showing me ways wings flap to help but me couldn't take it in and was too scared until me with Littlefoot and others. Erm, me think it not take you as long to find plan as for me to fly," he added sheepishly, "but me sure you find plan soon."

"But how soon is soon?" Ruby murmured. "What might be soon for me might be 'too long' for my family and the Mysterious Beyond. My family and others are tough and can survive the Mysterious Beyond, but one of the reasons they sent me and Chomper here was to make sure the Mysterious Beyond wasn't any tougher than can be helped. I need to learn more and learn to strategize so they wouldn't need to live with Redclaw anymore than they already do."

"No worry, you will." Petrie said. "But it kind of like what Ducky and others say. If you have fun, me think that not only make your family more happy but it easier to think than when you worry all the time."

"There's truth to that," Ruby said, "but there's also truth that I have been having a lot of fun in the Great Valley for many cold times and a firm plan still hasn't come to me. Pressure can make you come up with bad plans, but we came up with good plans under pressure too." She looked anxious for a moment before shaking her head and turning to put the shell with the hidden food item down and started quickly rearranging shells.

Petrie felt moved to speak. "Don't worry Ruby, you can do it. You great thinker, at least better than me. You can improve. Me sure you'll come up with something."

"Yeah." Ruby smiled appreciatively. "Thanks, Petrie. But don't go knocking your thinking abilities. For how scared you can be, you make some great decisions when danger is at its scariest. You can improve too. You just need to work at it like everyone works at it, and that's how I'll work at it too."

"Oh. Thanks." Petrie curled a bit bashfully, looking still unsure but pleased by the support. "Anyway, let's continue game. Today our fun day, right?"

"Right." Ruby replied. "I shouldn't allow my sad mood bring down the mood of my friends. I want to help make up for the past two downer days by bringing up the mood, especially with Cera not around to make her funny comments," she became a bit wistful. "I wish we knew what she and her family are up to so we can know if she's in an upbeat mood too." Then she shook off the wistfulness and finished rearranging the shells before looking up wryly. "Though it looks like I don't need to help much to bring up the mood."

She and Petrie watched as Spike and Chomper continued to roughhouse with Littlefoot to keep him down. A mischievous grin crossed Petrie's beak.

"Me might actually have idea to fix that worthy of Cera." Then he called out. "Hey Spike, you having turn or not? Me will eat tasty green food Ruby has for game if me only one playing!"

Spike stopped struggling, staring at Petrie and Ruby with some facsimile of horror. Chomper and Littlefoot laughed, and the latter opportunistically struggled out of their hold, almost coming free. Then all of that progress was lost when Ducky came prancing in with small leaves in her hands and the silly sight of her own nostrils stuffed with the same plant matter caused them all to laugh uproarishly, distracting him from his struggle completely. This allowed Spike and Chomper to get an unshakeable grip on him that left him with little hope of escaping as Ducky finally closed the distance. The sight of Littlefoot lowering his head with giggling obedience to get his nose stuffed caused them all to laugh, a most joyful and carefree sound that traveled wide and they found hard to stop.

"Well, at least there's some cheerfulness around here."

The gang turned to find Mr. Clubtail had paused in the middle of walking by, looking slightly awed at their positive attitude. He caught sight of four of them with their stuffed noses and his lips twisted with involuntary amusement.

"You four look ridiculous." Mr. Clubtail said.

"That's the idea." Littlefoot replied, his own nasally voice causing him to grin widely. "Nothing more fun than having something silly in your face. Do you want a turn at it?" he added teasingly.

"I pass." Mr. Clubtail smirked briefly. "I must admit, I'm a bit amazed you children can be so cheerful after what you all went through the past two days. Doesn't it bother you?"

"You mean the ghost thing? Yeah." Chomper admitted. "But that's why we're being so silly now. We can only take so much weird and scary stuff before we need to have lots of fun. Besides, it's what their folks want them to do." He became thoughtful for a moment. "And it's what my and Ruby's folks would probably want us to do if they knew what was happening."

"Huh. I can understand that. After what happened yesterday, I've been trying to find a place to relax where I wouldn't have to think about it." Mr. Clubtail surveyed the group for a moment. "Though where's the final one of your number, Cera? I kind of expected her to be with you lot, snarking about the nose antics you're getting up to."

The gang lost a bit of their energy, glancing at one another unsurely, before returning their gaze to Mr. Clubtail.

"We noticed she didn't meet with us when we met up." Ruby said. "We went to where her family is, since we usually tell each other the reason we can't show up if there's a reason not all of us can, but we found nobody home. We tried to find them at their usual hangout spots, but we couldn't find them there either."

"We did try to look for them at other places," Littlefoot said, "but at some point, we thought Cera and her family might be doing something important and we didn't want to annoy them by barging in asking why she didn't come. Instead, we tried to have fun as normal. We didn't want to waste the day by running around worrying over what's probably nothing. We're still worried about her. Her not saying anything is quite strange."

"Very strange." Mr. Clubtail murmured. He stared at them keenly. "Why do you think she didn't come unannounced?"

"Maybe Cera wanted to have some family time." Ducky suggested. "Cera has said a few times she hasn't been spending as much time with Tricia as she should, she has, she has."

"But why she not tell us about it?" Petrie asked. "We would understand, and say we see her later or tomorrow."

"That's the question." Mr. Clubtail said. "Maybe she's not with you today because her parents don't want her being with kids who claim to see ghosts."

Littlefoot and the others stared at him with surprise.

"You mean Mr. Threehorn and Tria don't believe us?" Littlefoot asked. "But…we were telling the truth! We all saw the sharpbeak ghost in the caves. Lots of people saw Hyp's mother yesterday, you saw her!"

"But not everyone saw her." Mr. Clubtail replied. "Only a small segment of the valley was there yesterday and not everyone believes the claims we made. You were at the meeting, you saw how uncomfortable people were about all the ghost talk. Some might be inclined to believe because trustworthy folks like your grandparents made the claim but that would only further confuse folks who trust them but can't believe in ghosts. They just don't know what to think. Others just believe we ate or drank something funny. With all of that, it's why I haven't found a good place to relax yet. It's hard to kick back and forget yesterday's troubles when people stare at you wherever you go for what you said yesterday."

Littlefoot and the others glanced at each other with concern. Now that they thought about it, they remembered the doubtful and uncomfortable expressions of many of the meeting circle attendants. And that wasn't to mention the stares they attracted while moving about the valley. Littlefoot had vaguely assumed they were amazed his group had gotten themselves involved in ghosts two times in a row and they found that kind of attention uncomfortable. It was part of the reason they based themselves by this pond where not many people passed. To hear those stares likely originated from doubt of their story and even mental capacity only made them even more reluctant to move around in public view.

Mr. Clubtail continued. "Anyway, whatever Tria says, Mr. Threehorn seems to fall under that skepticism camp. Since his daughter is talking about ghosts too, he might want to keep her with the family and wait to see if she gets her 'senses' back." He shrugged. "It's a theory, anyway. Who knows with Mr. Threehorn's mood?"

The others took time to muse worriedly about this possibility. They had little choice with speaking the truth, it was necessary with what happened yesterday, but the concept that it might prevent Cera from hanging out with them was troubling. However prickly she could be, her wit and mischief was a lot of fun and they didn't want to lose that.

"Mr. Threehorn can be harsh and protective," Ruby said, "but from what I know, he isn't that harsh and protective. Is he?"

"He was earlier in our friendship," Petrie said, "but me thought he not like that anymore."

"But it's as Mr. Clubtail said, it depends on his mood." Littlefoot said reluctantly. "One day, he can be grumbly but easygoing, the next, he can be as harsh as the early days we knew him. I don't want to think he'd go so far as to break us up, or that Cera and Tria would let him but he's always been skeptical of amazing things and with this ghost thing going around…"

The gang began to gain such a worried and sad air about them that Mr. Clubtail looked around with some distress.

"Hey, I didn't mean to bring you all down with my blather," he sighed. "I guess I should have kept my mouth shut. I was only curious about what was happening and since Mr. Threehorn has annoyed me before, my jaws started working before my brain and…"

"It's okay, Mr. Clubtail." Chomper said sincerely. "We all make mistakes."

"Some of these thoughts have been worrying us anyway." Littlefoot said. "You only just gave voice to them."

"I guess this ghost business means we try to distract ourselves by talking about other things that are also not fun." Ruby said.

"That might be right." Mr. Clubtail admitted. "Engaging with you kids might be just one way I'm trying to cope with what I saw yesterday. Being around normal death and grief is not fun either, but to have ghosts involved…I came to this valley to live a quiet life, away from that kind of heartache. I knew it can't be avoided forever but I thought if anyone died around here, it'd by old age or sickness, or…" he shook his head. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Nowhere is immune from the Circle of Life's hand."

Mr. Clubtail's statement made Littlefoot remember the sad, resigned words of Hyp's father about the Circle of Life. Something in his stomach curled. Before, mentions of the Circle of Life brought some comfort to Littlefoot when dealing with potential or actual loss. Now, though…Chomper shook himself from the grim mood.

"That offer to stuff your nose still stands." Chomper grinned. "I think hearing your voice going all funny with that might actually cheer you up."

"As weirdly tempting as that offer might actually be," Mr. Clubtail said, causing the gang to laugh heartedly, "I'm not keen on others thinking there's something really wrong with me after claiming I saw ghosts. Right now, I'm just in the mood to kick back, eat some treestars, and let the bright circle rays bake my worries away."

"Have fun doing that." Ruby said. "As I know from the mud pool visits, relaxing can be quite fun in and of itself."

"You should try that sometime, having a quiet life. No wait, quiet is too much to expect from children." Mr. Clubtail smirked briefly. "Ordinary. Yes, I meant an ordinary life. It's actually pretty great."

Littlefoot laughed. "We try. We love ordinary life. It's just that people sometimes gets in danger or there's something fascinating nearby, so-"

"I know." Mr. Clubtail rolled his eyes, but there was a bit of fondness there as he began to leave. "See you around, kids."

The gang waved back as Mr. Clubtail vanished through a set of trees. They fell silent as they turned their conversation with him over in their heads.

Petrie sighed. "You think what he say true? Cera's dad is keeping her from us?"

Littlefoot shook his head. "I don't know. This ghost thing is new for everyone. They could be away for all sorts of reasons."

"Maybe the reason they are away really is for family time." Ruby suggested.

Chomper nodded. "Maybe her dad said she was having family time with them, and that's final. But I don't know…Tria is nice, she would say Cera should be allowed to explain it to us."

"Well, why don't we ask Tria?" Ducky asked.

"We can't." Petrie said. "She part of family, so she would be having family time wherever they are."

"But she can't be with them right now, because she's standing over there. Look."

Ducky pointed and the group followed her finger to find Tria munching on a bush. Littlefoot and the others stared. This only added a further complication to the mystery. Bemused, they abandoned their shell game to approach her. She chewed slowly and her eyes were far away with thought, so she didn't notice the kids until one of them spoke up.

"Excuse us Tria," Chomper said, "is something wrong?"

Tria roused. "Oh? Hi kids. No, not exactly. It's just –" She turned as she talked and stared. "What do you kids have on your faces?"

Ducky giggled and tapped his nose leaf. "Oh, just some small leaves. Funny, isn't it? We just felt like being silly today."

Tria smiled. "Yeah, you kids deserve that, after what you've been through. As for the question..." she sighed. "There's nothing wrong exactly, just…things have been weird."

"Where's Cera?" Ducky asked.

"She and Tricia went off for a sisters' day out. She kind of sprung it up out of nowhere but I couldn't say no."

"So, sisters' day out instead of family day out." Ruby said. "We weren't far off."

"It's still strange she hasn't said anything." Littlefoot said.

Ducky, meanwhile, was looking around. "Hey, where's Mr. Threehorn? Aren't you two usually together?"

"He seemed to decide he also needed a day out." Tria replied. "He wanted to check on something important and didn't give any more details before he all but ran away from the nest. I knew when I joined this family I would encounter some strange things but…" she shook her head. "Sometimes I forget how strange it can be."

"If it's any help, this sounds pretty strange to us too." Littlefoot said. "If they had some special family thing they wanted to do, I thought they'd tell you about it."

"I don't know if what Topsy's doing is a family thing but..." Tria frowned. "You're right. At least Cera would have mentioned something to you. Sometimes they do other stuff without me though…"

"Me do not always see you around Cera and her dad." Petrie said.

"I need to look after Tricia. She's precious but a handful. Topsy is a doting father but there are times when he wants to take a break or give a problem his undivided attention. He does his best to spend time with her and give me a break from parenting but at the end of the day…" Tria sighed. "Sometimes it's hard to stay close."

The group exchanged unsure looks.

"Um, Tria…are you and Mr. Threehorn doing okay?" Ducky asked tentatively.

"Why, we're doing fine." Tria said quickly. "This is far from the first time I've been in a relationship – well, it is in terms of having a child and becoming a mother. However, I've been through enough relationships to know when things might be going downhill. This isn't it."

"You can have more than one relationship?" Chomper said curiously.

"It's part of the learning process of finding a mate. You learn how to get along and talk with each other. It doesn't always work out your first, second, or even third time, so you keep trying until you succeed. When you find the right mate you'll spend the rest of your life with, nothing can be more rewarding," she sighed contently.

"But," Petrie said, "not all mates stay mates."

Petrie appeared to be talking more to himself the others but his words had an effect. Tria became oddly still, as though being drawn to a troubling thought. The others glared at Petrie.

"Why did you have to say that?" Littlefoot hissed.

"What did me say?" Petrie said blankly.

"She thinks you might be talking about Mr. Threehorn." Ducky said.

"Huh?" Petrie's momentary confusion gave way to horrified clarify. "Oh! Me take back what me said."

The others sighed. Ruby approached with her arms waved out in a placating manner.

"Is today your hatch day or some special day for you?" Ruby said. "Maybe he has a surprise waiting that will make today even more special to you. I'm sure it's nothing like a bad surprise, right?"

"Today's not special but…" Tria shook herself firmly. "Maybe you're right. I'm clearing this up before anyone jumps to any conclusions. I'll find Topsy and make him explain himself. These suspicions aren't going to rule me."

"How are you going to find him?" Chomper asked. "Maybe we can help."

"Oh, don't let me disturb you all with my wild fancy." Tria smiled reassuringly. "Just go back to you're fun and I'll take care of this. I'm going to follow the direction he took. Tracks can disappear fast around here but maybe I can ask around so I can track him down. Enjoy your afternoon, kids."

Looking much more confident, Tria turned and walked away. Littlefoot and the others watched in confusion.

"What do you think is going on?" Littlefoot asked.

"Maybe they got into a fight she didn't know about." Ducky said. "Though I hope not. That would be sad, it would, it would."

Ruby brushed her chin. "My parents say fighting is a normal part of relationships. They sometimes fought about where it was safe for me or my siblings to stay that would be safe for the whole family to stay. They said that a good relationship finds a way to work out the fighting."

"That explains my mommy and daddy." Chomper said. "Sometimes they get so angry they look ready to fight each other but the next thing I know, they are nuzzling and forgiving each other. It's weird."

"What do your parents fight about anyway?" Petrie asked.

Chomper shrugged. "Whose fault it is when prey gets away. If I'm eating the right meat. That sort of stuff."

"Oh." Petrie said, slightly nonplussed. "Me should have expected that answer."

"It still doesn't answer what's going on with Tria and Mr. Threehorn." Littlefoot said. "They may or may not be fighting. We don't seem to have a way of knowing."

There was a thoughtful pause. Chomper raised a hand.

"Why don't we ask Cera?"

"That good point." Petrie agreed. "If anyone know, she know. She might explain things to us."

"I think we can track her down easily enough." Littlefoot said. "We didn't exactly use Chomper and Spike during our earlier search. With those two, I'm sure we can find her soon."

"But I don't think we can do it now." Ducky said, glancing at the sky. "The bright circle's moved past the middle point. Which means that any moment now, we're going to be called by-"

"Littlefoot…Littlefoot!"

"Ducky, Spike, it's lunchtime!"

"Petrie, return to the nest!"

Littlefoot and the others cringed at their parents' voices. In their shenanigans and worries, they had lost track of time.

"Guess we can't find Cera now." Littlefoot sighed.

"We'll find them when we come back again later." Ruby said reasonably. "That won't be too long, and finding them won't take too long either."

"But should we not take too long to find them?" Ducky said hesitantly. "I mean, this – this is Cera and Tricia's sister time, remember? Should we interrupt it?"

There was a guilty silence. Ruby nodded sadly.

"Cera has spent a lot of time with us, so it's fair she should spend a lot of time with her sister. Maybe we shouldn't be too quick to find them. I mean, I wouldn't be really mad if you guys came to me during my family time, but I'd be sad that my time with my family got taken up by other stuff."

There was a trill of guilt in Littlefoot's chest. He somewhat knew how she felt. He could only see Bron and Shorty for a few days every cold time and whenever that was interrupted, he felt regret they couldn't spend more time together. Of course, Cera's situation with her family was nothing like Littlefoot's or Ruby's. Nevertheless, Littlefoot couldn't help feeling he and the others should stay out of this. Everyone had enough to worry about without having a wild goose chase over whether Cera's parents were even arguing in the first place. It would only upset Cera and Tricia. Sometimes, it was better to leave well enough alone.

Even as he thought this, Littlefoot's instincts resisted. If there really was a problem, he wanted to check on Cera and Tricia to make sure they were okay and offer help if needed. Better to be cautious, just in case, he thought. But how to do that without interrupting the sisters' day? He was stumped. Before he could think too deeply, Petrie brightened.

"Maybe we can find them but not speak to them." Petrie said.

"What do you mean?" Ducky asked.

"I mean, when we back together later, we can find them but we don't have to talk to them, not right away. We just let them have their sister day until they're done and then we talk to them."

"That's a good idea." Ruby said. "We don't have to worry them until they have time to be worried and then we can talk about their worries."

"It does solve a lot of problems," Littlefoot frowned, "but I don't like the thought of just stalking them. They should have some privacy."

"Maybe once we find them, we can just listen but not look until they're done." Ducky suggested. "If they're sister time goes on too long, we can go away and find them again later with Spike and Chomper's help. That would give them some privacy, right?"

"That does sound reasonable." Littlefoot said, still looking uneasy. "Still..."

"Littlefoot!"

Littlefoot and the others jumped as his grandparents called again with increased insistence. He shook his head.

"Alright, we'll go that route." Littlefoot continued. "We'll meet up later and sniff for Cera. I hope you and Spike would be ready for this, Chomper."

"Sure we will, Littlefoot." Chomper said, eager to help. Tracking down people and things with his nose was one of his favorite activities. He gave a bit of a chuckle as he glanced at Spike. "A sniffer's work is never done, huh Spike?"

"Eeh." Spike said agreeably, amused by this fact.

Shaking his head fondly, Littlefoot said. "Anyway, I'll see you all this afternoon."

"Yeah, see you." Petrie said.

Everyone was in the process of bidding farewell and separating into different directions when Ruby noticed something amiss.

"Wait," she said. "Aren't any of you going to pull those leaves out of your noses?"

They all stopped. Littlefoot, Ducky, Spike, and Chomper looked and felt at their stuffed nostrils before they aimed silly smiles at one another.

"Nah." Littlefoot said. "My grandparents said seeing me come home after having a good day of fun would lift their spirits and nothing will lift their spirits more than seeing me like this."

"Yep, yep, yep." Ducky giggled. "Looking at us with our noses stuffeded is sure to make Mama and our brothers and sister laugh, and make them less worried, right Spike?"

Spike closed his eyes and nodded eagerly. "Eh-heh, eh-heh."

"I just think this is funny." Chomper chuckled. "I want to be like this for a while longer."

Ruby smiled wryly. "Though maybe not for too much of a while longer. I can't see it being fun or comfortable having your sniffer stuffed all the way up until it's time for you to sniff for Cera."

"Hey, I can take it." Chomper insisted. "Besides, it'll be fun to hang out and look for food with a weak sniffer like most of you leaf eaters for a change."

This caused most of the others to laugh, sticking their tongues out or rolling their eyes in mock-reproach. Giggling and with much improved spirits for the day, they finally went off in different directions, Ruby and Chomper to sate their appetites and enjoy one another's company, the others to spend good, hopefully ghost-free, time with family.

Next time…

Unmentioned Ties Part 2

Note: Sorry I couldn't make a August posting. I was tired and exhausted, and editing became difficult, so I took most of a week off. It got me back on track, so the part 2 will hopefully be posted nest Sunday.