Then she recalled the greenish blue plumage. “Fine feathered friends as well as furry ones,” she cried.
Nothing could have been more suitable and she set about dusting and cleaning, always careful not to inhale any of the particles she flicked away. The quill was in fact superior to a brush, bending to fit into crevices and corners which would have defeated a stiff-handled tool.
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Anne McCaffrey – Dinosaur Planet II – The Survivors all but one of the malfunction lights were off. She gave the console a solid thump with her fist and the last one blinked out.
She finished just as the first of the day’s rain squalls thundered across the inland sea. As she hurriedly closed the canopy, she noticed that she’d had three spectators. Middle Giff was among them, towering above his sidekicks. They regarded her with an unwavering orange gaze.
“And good morning to you.” She bowed solemnly. “I’ve cleaned the console and the sled appears to be operative again. I’m going down for a while but I’ll be back.” Varian held the firm opinion that all species liked to be noticed, whether or not the language could be understood. From the way the giffs cocked their heads attentively, they were certainly hearing the sounds she made. Keeping her tone cheerful, Varian went on. “I’m sure you couldn’t care less, but these blue-green feathers are superior mold dusters. Friends of yours?” She held up one feather and she was certain that Middle Giff leaned forward to peer at it. “Couldn’t have fixed the sled without it.” She tucked Portegin’s tool kit into her belt and then walked to the edge of the cliff, to slide down the vine. “See you later.”
“See who later?” demanded Lunzie.
“The giffs.”
Lunzie eyed her skeptically. “And the sled?”
“Nothing but a case of purple mold.”
“You didn’t inhale any of it?”
“I’ve more sense than that. A feather, opportunely deposited in the sled,” and Varian displayed it once again, “cleaned what the wind didn’t.
Sled’s all systems green. How’s Kai?”
“The same.” Lunzie stretched and pulled at stiff shoulder muscles. “I’ll wake Triv when I have to. We got another delivery while you were out.” Lunzie indicated the pile of leaves and fruit.
“Apparently they have decided we need these,” and she pushed at the hadrosaurus nuts with a sour expression on her face.
“They don’t taste like much—”
“Like so much bumwad—”
“But they are full of protein.”
“I’ll put them through the synthesizer. Anything would improve their taste—or, should I say, lack of it?”
“I’ll have a look round the secondary campsites. With out sleds, I don’t think the heavyworlders would have had enough mobility to spread out—”
“But then, we don’t know how long we’ve been asleep, or how inventive and resourceful they were.”
“True.” Varian had no great opinion of the abilities of the heavyworlders to reshape the local environment. “But I just might get an indication of elapsed time.”
“They might even all be dead!” Hope was evident in Lunzie’s voice.
“See you later.”
“Take care, Varian.”
When Varian emerged on the cliff top, the morning winds had picked up. The Three had left their perch above the sled, but the sky was well populated by the graceful creatures, soaring on thermal updrafts or gliding in to land on their cave ledges during the respite from squall and rain. Varian was aware that her every action was being observed as she settled in the pilot’s seat. She felt slightly self-conscious as she closed the canopy and took off directly into the prevailing wind.
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Anne McCaffrey – Dinosaur Planet II – The Survivors When she had circled back over the cliff, she realized that the opening to the cavern was totally obscured by the vines. Small wonder the heavyworlders had not found them.
Despite the airing the sled had received, the taint of that nauseating odor remained. Varian switched the air circulator to high without much effect. The sled did handle properly, she was relieved to note, but she kept a close check on the panel lights and the readout, visually estimating her altitude and her direction against the sun.