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[long-neck.livejournal.com]

*Littlefoot enters Milliways once more, determined to explore more of this strange tree-cave*

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[sai_delgado]

She glances up and sees a small creature exploring the room.

And Susan Delgado stares.

[long-neck.livejournal.com]

*Littlefoot notices the strange . . . human, he guesses the word is, staring at him. He wanders over, smiling*

Hi! I'm Littlefoot!

[sai_delgado]

"And ye-- ye speak," she manages faintly, still staring-- and oh, but then her smile is sudden and whimsical.

"Good even, sai Littlefoot. Long days and pleasant nights?"

[long-neck.livejournal.com]

*Littlefoot is staring a bit at the greeting, head tilted cutely to the side in confusion*

Uh, okay . . . I hope you have a nice day!

[sai_delgado]

"Thankee-sai," she says, laughing a little. "And I'll wish ye the same, then."

A beat.

"Do'ee know sai Wash?"

[long-neck.livejournal.com]

*Littlefoot grins*

Yes, I know him! He's a human-pilot. I met him when I first found this place.

[sai_delgado]

She smiles back at him.

"Aye, ye were well-met, I wot. Do'ee like it here?"

[long-neck.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I like it a lot! I've been exploring the Valley with my friends for a while, and this is definately the most intersting thing we've found.

[sai_delgado]

"Ye say true, it's very interesting."

Despite Crowley's warning, she can't see a creature like this being much trouble, say true-- but since it speaks, she asks,

"Sai Littlefoot, do'ee ken horses?"

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Jack's sipping his coffee when he glances over at the door and sees a small dinosaur. Needless ot say, he makes a number of entertaining strangled noises as he tries not to chock on his coffee.

He's assuming it's not the one Tony was so freaked out about the other week as it looks, well, rather cute. Still, it's ranking rather high on the WTF-o-meter.

[long-neck.livejournal.com]

*Littlefoot hears the odd noises and approaches. Sounds kinda like the human-pilot, Wash he met before*

Hi! Are you a human-pilot?

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

Oh God, it talks. And the WTF-o-meter goes off the charts. "Er...no. I mean, yes, I'm human. No, I'm not a pilot," he says, trying not to look as confused as he is.

[long-neck.livejournal.com]

*littlefoot is getting confused by the apparently arbitrary species designations this group has, but shrugs it off*

Oh. Okay.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

"What are you, then?" Jack asks, as he's not sure what else to say.

[long-neck.livejournal.com]

*Littlefoot smiles*

I'm a Long-neck. See?

*he stretches out his neck to demonstrate*

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

It certainly makes sense. And weird or not, the little guy is pretty cute. "Yeah, I can see that. How did you get in the bar?" The whole-no-doors-in-the-prehistoric-world and lack-of-opposable-thumbs thing being kind of obvious.

[long-neck.livejournal.com]

*Littlefoot glances back to where a weird, flat tree has suddenly grown in front of the entrance*

That's weird. When I came in, the entrance to this tree-cave was just an opening. How'd it get closed off like that?

[redsnout.livejournal.com]

"Yeep! Yeep!" From between the feet of patrons and under tables, three Utahraptor chicks come running, drawn but the scent of another dinosaur. Kona and Tiger bicker at one another for a few moments, while Scribble hops forward, heading towards Littlefoot. "Snnhhr?"

[long-neck.livejournal.com]

*Littlefoot's eyes grow wide with fear*

SHARPTOOTH!

*he immediately scrambles for the nearest shelter, dodging around a table and looking for solid cover*

[redsnout.livejournal.com]

Oh, goody. It runs and it makes loud noises!

"Yeep! Yeepyeep squaarwk!" Scrible calls to her siblings, who stop their bickering to pay attention. The little raptor runs after Littlefoot, yapping all the way.

[long-neck.livejournal.com]

*Littlefoot is, oddly enough, not screaming, but he is breathing heavily and running as fast as his little legs will carry him. He glances back to see if he's lost the sharp-tooth and . . . oh, no. More of them. He moves faster*

[redsnout.livejournal.com]

The chicks squeal and bounce as they chase after Littlefoot. This is fun-they're acting like the adults, now. Kona squalls and jumps at in the apatosaur's direction.

[long-neck.livejournal.com]

*Littlefoot ponders the situation. On the one hand: the sharptooths are smaller than the one he faced before. On the other: They're faster, can change direction faster, and it makes it a bit harder to hide. Spotting a potential shelter, he dives into a smaller tree-cave, scrunching as far back under the booth as he can*

[redsnout.livejournal.com]

Kona squawks in irritation as he misses, but his sisters keep after Littlefoot doggedly. They skitter to a halt as he goes unde rthe booth, "Yeep!"ing at each other. They're both eager to go after this fun prey toy, but don't like the idea of going into an enclosed space. The pair stick in their snouts in and sniff, staying outside for the moment.

[jack_inthegreen]

There is a great stag in the bar. He lowers his antlers between the booth and the raptor chicks.