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The cool winds of winter night floated into the bedroom of the Kiramman Manor. The purple curtains and drapes fluttered in the wind. And closely matching their rhythm was Violet's beautiful pink hair. But even though her hair danced in front of her face, her eyes never lost focus. They remained entirely entranced by the letters on the page.
"Now, near the top of the tree, the three of them sit there, dangling their legs, looking out over the park. It's an incredible view. They can see in all directions. And with the full moon, there's a lot of detail to be enjoyed
The most striking of all are dozens of sauropod heads, at the end of long necks, that tower over the park.
Tim speaks up, drawing the attention of Dr Grant, “Hey! Those are brontosauruses - - I mean, those are… brachiosauruses.”
Dr Grant, equally as excited, replies calmly. "It's okay to call them brontosaurs, Tim. It's a great name. It's a romantic name. It means "thunder lizard".”
Tim, now thoroughly digging that, replies "Thunder lizard!” with all the awe in the world.
But then, Violet's single-minded determination and immersion are broken. Which is no easy feat for mere mortals–except for one person. For one person it's as easy, no, far easier than breathing. Violet's Greyish blue eyes gaze up. The door to the bathroom clicks close and its sound reaches Violet's ears. The soft footsteps echo lightly within the ear canal of Zaunite.
Her eyes are drawn towards the figure emerging from the lightly fogged atmosphere of the bathroom. Her eyes, previously occupied with tracing the letters of the novel are now busy tracing the contours of the woman walking into view. Violet's gaze floats over the long and shapely legs, over the fuzzy blue towel wrapped around the woman's midsection.
While the fabric did hide her modesty, it did nothing to hide her curves, rather it only accentuated it. Violet's eyes gaze up again. This time lingering over the upper parts of the chest, over the collarbone, following the shoulder and down towards those arms shaped and sculpted by years of handling firearms. Delicate compared to Violet's own arms but capable ones nonetheless
Violet noticed the bumps on her skin. A result of the leftover moisture on her porcelain skin further cooling thanks to the cold air of the winter night floating in through the open window. Violet's eyes gazed up as the woman stepped into her light blue shorts and pink T shirt. Her piercing blue eyes finally met Violet's
“Darling I've told you, close the windows at night. It's cold” Caitlyn said, her voice equally As breathtaking as her form.
Violet smiled. She put her book down and got off the bed, moving towards the window. Vi pulled the strap of her white tank top back into place as she returned. Vi saw Cait crawling onto the bed and examining the book Vi was reading.
“Aah… Jurassic Park.” Caitlyn exclaimed, then she looked at Vi. “Do you like it?”
Vi smiled and crawled onto the bed. Now resting shoulder to shoulder with Cait as they laid on their stomachs with feet in the air. “Love it actually, I read all three of them when I was around 8. I found a large box of books in the junk when I was scavenging for stuff. Sold the rest but I kept those.”
Caitlyn smiled. Vi never ceased to amaze her. Child labour was a big issue in Zaun but Vi was an example that it wasn't always the case that someone like Silco was forcefully putting children to work. Sometimes everyone of the family had to work to put food on the table down there.
“Ah…” Caitlyn said. “So… I suppose this was just a little trip down memory lane then”
Vi shrugged “Eh mostly. I don't remember all the details but I do remember the plot. And I remember not liking the third one”
Cait gave a small laugh. “I'm glad you haven't read the rest of the books”
“Huh? There are other books?” Vi asked, genuinely curious now.
“Uh… Yeah… I have them. You wanna read ‘em?”
“I don’t know. You seem to not have a good opinion of them”
“Actually, I think the fourth one is a solid read. And if you want we can maybe improve upon it a little bit too”
“Huh? How?”
That was enough for Cait. She sprang up and bolted downstairs leaving Vi alone momentarily, Vi sat back up and hugged her knees wondering what her beloved was up to. She would have her answers soon as Caitlyn’s heavy footsteps approached. The Blue haired beauty burst through the doors and leapt onto the bed to settle beside Vi. She sat up on her knees and held up the book for Vi to see.
“Is that a Guy on a motorcycle with raptors beside him??”
“Yup!!” Cait said, biting her lower lip. “So ready for this??”
“I don’t know. What do you have in mind?”
Caitlyn was practically giggling with glee. “So I was wondering, how about we insert ourselves into the story? And try and re-write parts we don’t like as we read?”
“So… Like a roleplay?” Vi asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Yeah… I used to do it all the time, imagining myself in place of the heroes, with a rifle in hand hunting the dinos and saving the day” Cait spoke enthusiastically.
“Hmm… I guess that’d be fun. Maybe I can also envision myself with my gauntlets. Always wanted to punch a big mean dino in the face”
“See!! It’ll be fun!! Come on. I’ll be Owen the Ex-Military Security officer and leader of the Raptor squad… You can be Claire” Cait said with beaming eyes and childish joy.
Vi, now equally eager, sat up and asked “Ooooh… Tell me more about Claire… what’s she like?”
“Uhhh… She manages the park and… she’s kind of an irresponsible aunt who-”
“HEY!! No Fair!! You get to be this badass raptor guy and I gotta be an irresponsible aunt??” Vi protested.
“No, that's not what I meant… Like I said, we can fix the story as we read” Cait explained, “Besides Claire is a red head and Owen is taller”
“Owch! Low blow Cupcake… Low Blow” Vi feints emotional damage, “But it’s okay. As long as I get to have my Gauntlets and punch dinos in the face” Vi emphasized her point by doing some mock punches in the air. ‘KA-POW!!”
Cait giggled, “OH trust me, there’s a very punchable dino in this”