mothers and children

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Who: Mal Cobb, Angelica Sexby, and some Parasaurolophus dinosaurs.
What: The miracle of life and angry mothers.
Where: A clearing in the park.
When: At some point during the port (day 1 or 2)
Warnings: Not much to speak of, probably.

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Still trying to wipe the excess mud off of her bottom - embarrassing only because a small noise had startled her and sent her tumbling - Angelica followed Mal with just as much desire to have a look at the gigantic creatures. She stopped trying to fix her appearance and joined Mal in the brush, nodding and taking her word for it about the relative harmlessness of the beasts.

"I see one, but surely there must be others," Angelica mused aloud, glancing over her shoulder and then squinting into the distance to try and spot the others.

She was startled by a soft noise beside them, but luckily this didn't send her flailing into the earth. "Look, Mal," she whispered. "Look, one of them moves. Is it hatching?" As clearly Mal knew more about these things than she did.

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Angelica didn't even move until the sounds of the dinosaur had faded far into the distance, and when she did it was to slump against the dirt as she tried to remember how to breathe again.

She snickered as her head lolled on to Mal's shoulder, though it didn't take long for it to grow into an uncontrollable giggle.

"Mal..." she hummed, wriggling the toes of her left foot. "Mal, I've lost my shoe."

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Mal put her hand up to her head. "And I've lost my hat." It was only a simple canvas sun hat, but she was vexed all the same. She patted herself down, wondering if she'd accidentally shed anything else in their retreat. She peered up over the log. "I suppose going back to look would not be the best idea that either of us has ever had."

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"I need not the shoe," Angelica sighed. "Nor do you need the hat that badly." She was still giggling intermittently, mostly still due to sheer relief at not being trampled to death.

"It was adorable though."

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"It was. Well worth losing a hat." Mal grinned. "It was so small!" she exclaimed, demonstrated with her hands. "And to grow into something that huge ... amazing."

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"So small and so frail," tittered Angelica. "Well worth almost being stomped on by an angry mother dinosaur - not that I could blame her for being cross with us."

She smiled and pulled Mal against her for a relieved, one-armed hug. "I would have done the same, I think."

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Mal returned the hug. "I would. Any mother would. Of course, we are harmless, but how was she to know?" She peeked up over the log again. "I hope the rest of her brood hatches just as successfully, anyway."

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"I am certain they will," she replied with a firm nod. "And grow to be large and loud, just like their mother."

Angelica crawled to her feet, making a face as her stocking stepped into the dirt and on some sort of pointy rock. She offered Mal her hand to take.

"Lord, but that was deafening. Did you know they made that sound?"

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Mal shook her head as she got up. She paused for a minute to dig through her pack, eventually coming out with a couple of bandanas. "Here. You can wrap these around your foot. No, I don't think anyone really knows-knew what they sounded like. I remember reading that some scientists were trying to reconstruct the sounds based on the shape of the skull and where they thought the soft tissues ought to be." She chuckled. "It's halfway between an elephant and a trombone."

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"I've never seen an elephant," Angelica remarked, looking down at her now multi-coloured foot and feeling ridiculous. "But I have seen a dinosaur that sounded like an elephant if it fornicated with a musical instrument, and that is something."

She smirked to herself and had a good look at their surroundings, realising that they had deviated from their path a little. "Now, in which direction were we headed again?"

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Mal turned around a few times, trying to figure out the direction of the sun through the trees and how far they had come in their attempt to retreat from the dinosaur. "That way, I think," she said after a moment.

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She squinted up through the trees; not much daylight left. They still had a lot of ground left to cover. "Aye, that way," Angelica agreed.

She stood tall and inhaled deeply, steeling herself for the next part of their journey, then began to set off in that general direction.

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[cauchemal]

[Any thoughts on how the rest of their merry expedition went?]

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[naughtbutlife]

[I was thinking more semi-deadly hijinks of the dinosaur variety - spending a night in a tree after being chased up there, possibly? - with our ladies finding their way to the beach looking like the hot (semi-badass) messes that they are, but otherwise a-okay. What do you think?]

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[cauchemal]

[Yes. They definitely must spend a night up a tree. And they'll make it to the beach with their clothes pretty thoroughly trashed. ^_^]

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[naughtbutlife]

[Excellent! Not looking so stylish any more, but VICTORIOUS! They are survivors. XD]