For the Indoraptor

[sharpcompassion]

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It's not beyond the realm of possibility that Loki might send an intimidating Nexus resident to visit someone on Asvera without warning them first. As methods of entertaining himself go, it would be an easy and benign prank, sending the Indoraptor to knock on Fǫnn's cottage door. She'd probably even handle it fine after the initial startlement. Asgardians have seen a lot of types of living, sentient creatures humans have not.

But because he wants her to actually work on something for him, Loki has not only given her fair warning, but has left her a few gifts to give the dinosaur, as well as making sure she has both Midgardian and Asgardian equipment to work with. The young healer is still technically Eir's apprentice, but she's done a lot of learning on her feet in the last several months. When things are quiet in the town, she attends her master's side, studies, or works on non-medical projects around town. When there is enough work for two, she does her part, and thanks in part to Loki's patronage and in part to Eir's, she has her own little house, with space for records and equipment and a sterile examination room.

It's still chilly in Asvera, and the nights are still long, but there are tiny white and blue flowers dotting the new grass, and the birds are coming back. Fǫnn is seated on the porch this morning, with a large cup of strong coffee, listening to a quartet of nestlings cheep beneath the awning of her roof. Her hands are not idle, either. She's about halfway through knitting a receiving blanket for the next infant expected in the village. She means to have a stock of them by summertime. It's a small comfort for new mothers, and a sign of hope for the future of their people.

It's time for new life.

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[hybriddino]

When the Indoraptor comes to visit, it's been the first time he's gone outside the Wilds or the occasional foray to the Nexus's inhabited area. He tends to avoid people. As a large predator with razor-sharp teeth, he worries about how he'll come across in front of Nexus residents unfamiliar with him. He's a very large dinosaur, at least compared to a human being. But he's on good terms with the Asgardians, so here he is,

He's on important work. As Loki told him, there's a human being who needs his help. Ian Malcolm, the man who was bitten by a Tyrannosaurus rex. One of many different dinosaurs who went into the Frankenstein's monster that was the Indominus rex, and later her smaller, sleeker, dark-scaled son. He thinks Loki was wise to turn to him rather than his more unpredictable mother.

He's gotten over his issues with humans, but he doesn't think she has, even if she agreed not to eat the specific ones he named as friends. She might not agree to help without a lot more convincing, even if she has a greater percentage of rex DNA.

The Indoraptor sits on his hindquarters and knocks on the door three times.

Tap, tap, tap.