pterosaur: (💠Euterpe I tender you vale)
Above's fingers were just too big to touch the crystal through the wires around it. She stared at it in frustration for a time, knowing she should give it to someone who could make use of it. Sell it, maybe.

It wasn't like she wanted to know, anyway. It wouldn't do her any good.

She picked the thing up with the tip of her beak, and paused. ...Why not. She tipped her long head back and opened her beak a fraction at a time, so the crystal in its cage slipped down gradually. Her tongue was stiffer, less flexible and sensitive than a humans', but it was pointed, and eventually she felt that tip go through the gaps in the wires and -

Above couldn't see. Somehow, this didn't provoke the lethargy that usually came over her whenever it was dark.

But that doesn't mean things can't change. )

She was splashed in glittery pink paint, and there were glittery beads around her neck.

< Damn it, > Above muttered at no one, and for a brief, terrifying moment she wished she could wrap her arms around herself. Then she shook her head viciously, and threw herself into flight.
pterosaur: (🌱And what have I left?)
The radio opened with the buzz of insects and a couple sets of mismatched footsteps.  One, clumsily bipedal.  The other, a limping quadruped.  Almost immediately there was the whap and crunch of an insect losing to a beak.

"You're disgusting."  The voice belonged to a girl of about thirteen or fourteen.  It had a sort of odd quality to it, and was overlaying a quieter series of grunts, squawks, and chirping noises, with clicks scattered about.

The next voice was Above's, overlaying more cawing and vaguely avian noises than she made these days.  "At least I don't drag vines around with me for miles and floss with them -"

"Maybe you should!"

The Teens Time Forgot, reunited. )

[Dinoverse, pages 204-206, slightly modified. The language geas may or may not do interesting things to 'Quetzalcoatlus', which is based on a god's name which means 'plumed serpent' or 'precious twin', depending. That telepathy may have (mostly) come through, but her responses still won't.  Because I find it funny.]

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