HTTYD/SoD Clan Roleplay: The Rise of Earthguard
With the glistering moon high in the sky and a cool breeze brushing against her face Rose woke to find herself under the wing of her friend. Wriggling quietly out from under the purple wing she stood to find that Shadow was begining to wake up as well. "Hey girl, you had a good nap?"She asked patting her on the head. Shadow cheerfully chirrped in her direction with a Nadder's equilivent of a smile. Something was bothering Shadow as she felt something on her tail. Looking towards her spikes she noticed a letter attacked to one. Curious Rose walked over and tore the note from the depth of the spike. It read;
"You have a share of treasure from the battle today. I think Ambolt and Eslig are going to bring it to you, so if you wake up before they find you, go look for them. Two Nadders should have no problem finding one another!"
'wow' Rose though, 'a share of treasure?' "Thats cool isn't it girl? I doubt that they are still up, we'll look for them tomorrow." She explained jumping onto Shadows back. "Don't suppose you'd like a late night fly?" Rose asked, already knowing the answer, Shadow soared into the clear sky and hovered lightly above the ocean as they made their way back home. Lying on Shadows back Rose silently stared at the stars that lit up the night sky. It almost felt that the school and her friends wern't in danger a few hours ago.
Landing on her porch she hopped off of Shadow and pushed the wooden door open to find her parents sat anxiously at the wooden table. Seeing their daughter return they engulfed her in a hug almost instantly. "We were so worried!" Her mother explained. "We heard what had happened and that your clan helped so many people." With Shadow trodding up the stairs to go to sleep Rose began to explain to her parents what had happened. Leaving out certain things like injuries sustained and minor details. "Well done sweatheart." Her father had said kissing her on the forehead. "You go get some rest and first thing tomorrow we'll go to the great hall, they'll probably hold a meeting about the events today." And with that Rose acended the stair entered her room, to find Shadow fast asleep, and climbed into bed after changing her clothes. Not long after she was fast asleep.
Herze was just done at Gothi’s, thankfully. She doesn’t know how many more sticks to the head she can take. It’s not her fault she can’t sit still, if anything, it’s Gobber’s. He brought by loot from the boats and she’s always extremely curious, but right when she was trying to grab one, Gothi grabbed her instead. Her leg was bouncing uncontrollably and Gothi shoo’d her off, what Herze took as a clean bill of health. Well, not entirely, since she had some healing tools shoved into her hands with instruction on what to do with them, but she was healthy enough.
“Thanks, Gothi. If you need some chores done, you know where to find me!” She smiled at the older woman. Gothi nodded and waved her hand in the same shooing motion, but with a kind smile this time, and made her way to the next viking.
Herze opted for rejoining her new clan where some of them were still gathered. She wanted to go see what's inside her share right away, but it wouldn't feel right to open it without Valkor. She leans back into Valkor, who is taking a nap near their little gathering, and relaxes. Valkor had been checked out for injury as well. Herze received some potions to apply to his wings, to help ease the scorns. She absentmindedly starts applying it.
Notably, Rose had taken off without a word. Herze gets it, it’s a lot to take in and might even have been scarring for her. She contemplates checking up on her later when Tallyra speaks up. She’s speaking with Mariella and offering to take Rose’s share of the loot to her, when Ambolt dashes over. Herze lets out a silent laugh at the dragon’s theatrics.
"Thanks for your compliments, Herze,” She bolts upward a little when she notices Tallyra addressing her. “-and you're right, everybody was wonderful today, but especially you, Valkor, Winnie and Rue, you really saved the day. I look forward to the next clan meeting - although I hope Mariella is right and it's not quite as dangerous as this one!” Herze perks up with the compliment, always a sucker for validation. The Ice Squad, as she’s dubbed them, did great. Putting out the fires was mostly Rue and Winnie, though, since she and Valkor had cut out early to help Rose.
"You're welcome!” She grinned at the other, opting to not go about the fishing-for-more-compliments route, which would inevitably happen if she’d said her thoughts just now out loud. She waved at Tallyra and Sammie as they took off. Not long after, Eslig joined Ambolt at the chest he was cradling and they took of as well. “Goodbye!” She called after them.
Valkor sniffed a bit, probably woken from his slumber by her loud mouth. He grumbled, once, twice, drew the wing Herze was working on to his nose and blinked his eyes open. “Give me back that wing.” She smiled at him, speaking softly. “And get some more rest while I finish this one and do the other one.” She instructed. Valkor moved a bit, freeing up his other wing for later, and closed his eyes again. “That’s a good boy.” Herze grinned, applying more ointment to his wing.
It didn’t take long for her to catch herself nodding off, too. She figured she should call it a night and finish the rest back home. She turned to Mariella to say her goodbyes. “Hey, Valkor and I are ditching. Need some sleep and healing time, you most likely know the feeling.” She joked at their clan leader. It felt a little odd to think of her like that. It’s not that she didn’t deserve the title- because by the gods, she did-, it’s just that Herze hasn’t let the whole ‘part of a clan’ thing sink in yet. “So yeah, I’m waking him up and we’re walking home. Hit me up if you need anything, or if there’s another clan meeting or something. You did amazing, today. Proud to call you my clan leader.” She grinned at the other viking, bumping her shoulder gently with her fist. She turned towards the last few viking left and waved at them. “See you around.”
She scratched Valkor under his chin and he kicked his left paw out in an attempt to scratch the itch. “Wake-y, wake-y.” She whispered. Valkor reopened his eyes at that. “Let’s walk home.” She yawned, getting up from her crouch. “You’ll notice one wing feeling lots better than the other one right now, I’ll match it out back home.” She promised him as they started walking.
She picked up one of the wooden crates on her way out and balanced it on her shoulder. Tomorrow, after they wake up, they’ll see what’s inside. She wonders about the Outcasts and Beserkers, but that too, is a tomorrow kind of issue.
Eslig awoke late in the morning, refreshed after a dreamless sleep. He didn't realize it then, but it was the first night in a while in which his recurring nightmare hadn't been present. He was more preoccupied with the realization that he wasn't alone under Ambolt's wing. Curled up next to him was a small baby Nadder, snoring peacefully. "How long has he been here?" Eslig asked to no one in particular. The blue-green Nadder awoke at these words, chirped in reply, and began running around an amused Ambolt. After a couple laps, the baby returned to the shelter of Ambolt's wing and gurgled contentedly.
Eslig gratefully accepted a bowl of hot soup from a kindly Viking woman, while Ambolt picked the Hailbut out of the fish he was given. The saltwater fish he nudged towards the baby Nadder, who Eslig now recognized as one of the dragons they'd saved during the battle yesterday. The tiny dragon squeaked happily and attacked Ambolt's tail. Careful not to raise the spines on his tail, Ambolt rolled his eyes at Eslig and pretended that the bite hurt before corraling his "attacker" back to the fish. The viking woman was back again, and she chuckled at the small Nadder's antics. "Nobody knows who that little guy is", she laughed. "But it seems like you two have made a friend!".
Sure enough, when Eslig and Ambolt stood to leave the baby Nadder followed them to the door, his short legs scrambling to keep up. Ambolt rolled his eyes again and scooped the tiny dragon onto his back. Soon the rider discovered a more commanding view and perched happily on top of Ambolt's head. Eslig strapped both treasure chests to Ambolt and the odd threesome got directions to Namikah's house. "No wandering aimlessly this time!", declared Eslig.
((Herze, if you still have any left, good luck for your exams from me, too! :-) It's close to (university) semester break where I live as well and I have one presentation and 2 exams to go. In 2,5 weeks it'll all be over :-) ))
Rue could hardly breath. The walls around her were all on fire. The air was so hot, it hurt her skin even if she was still some feet away from the flames. The dark smoke made it almost impossible to see anything. Winnie was standing next to her, completely exhausted, retching and in vain trying to shoot a last ice shot. They were completely surrounded by the fire. There was no exit. The flames reached up higher than she or Winnie were able to jump ... and they were closing in on them. Whispering and crackling they came to get them. There was no way out. Then suddenly a big beam from the ceiling cracked above the two of them and slowly started to break and fall down. "Look out! Winnie! NOO..." The scene changed. Rubinesse was now on the pack ice next to the ship that was trying to escape to the sea. Her clothes were soaked and heavy but nevertheless she ran as fast as she could over the slippery ice. Winnie had reached the nose of the ship and started to shoot when Rue suddenly realized some movement from the left corner of her eye. Up on the ship was standing a Berseker, aiming his arrow directly at her. Time passed in slow motion when she gasped in horror and heared the buzzing sound the arrow made while flying straight towards her. -
With a breathless scream Rue woke up. She was sweating, breathing heavily and her heart pounded like crazy. She recognized the familiar silhouettes of her furniture. And the treasure chest she had gotten yesterday. She was at home... It was a dream... Winnie had woken up by her scream, blinked drowsily and then came over to check on Rue with a worried look in her eyes. The viking slowly caught her breath. "It was just a nightmare." Still worried, Winnie started nuzzling und licking Rue's face. The dragon's slobber and some a little prickly scales on her cheek made Rubinesse finally come back to reality. "It's okay... I think I'll get over it. I was having this horrible nightmare about the battle yesterday. But I'm so glad we both are here now. And that you aren't seriously injured. That's all that counts... That's all that counts..." She hugged her dragon and slowly calmed down.
Since the sun had just started to rise, Rue decided to get up. She had some short breakfast and because she felt like it, went for a walk by herself. She enjoyed the calm of the forest, some early birds singing and morning dew ascending from the ground with every bit the sun rose higher. She had so many things on her mind that she needed a calm place to think things through. So, she had been batteling the Berserkers yesterday. She, Rue. Batteling. The BERSERKERS. The folk her parents had always warned her of, due to their families' history.
She had felt so overwhelmed... Seeing all the chaos and destruction... Injured people and dragons... The whole flight club in flames and she of all people trying to put out the fire... Finding the little girl with the trapped Gronckle... Worrying about Winnie... The Whooly Howl was almost the size adult Whoolys normally have and her wise and decisive charakter often made Rue forget that Winnie was still a teenage dragon. Just the night before she had decided to better look out for her...
She was so glad her dragon was fine. And so was she. And also the rest of her fellow clan mates. Rue was so relieved nobody had suffered persistent damage! Sure, Rose would need some time to recover from the smoke poisoning she probably had. As well as Tallyra and Sammie with their burn marks. And Valkor had been so exhausted. Running out of ice shots seemed to have made him suffer even more than Winnie. Maybe, Rue thought, it is because snow wraiths are adapted to even colder climates than are Whooly Howls and so run out of energy faster by "overheating" because of shooting too much ice on a warm day. She was glad as well that Eslig and Ambolt had made it back to land without falling off the ice bridge. Ambolt might not have been able to swim without hurting his injured wing again. Brasa, Clintonia and Fern had also looked very tired but had stayed with Gothi to help her with the unjured dragons. And Rue hoped that Mariella and Jasper, too, would be okay. She could still feel her heart dropping when she was swimming back to land and had watched hideGronckle being hit by a Berserker and Mariella crashing on the deck of the ship.
Overlooking the ocean now, Rue stood at the edge of the forest. She breathed deeply. They had accomplished much yesterday. It was amazing what they had done together! She was surprised not only by her dragon and her clan mates but also by herself. BUT - Some of their actions had been ... well... reckless. Noone in the clan (as far as Rue knows) was trained for battle. Neither were their dragons. She wouldn't have had to freeze in the escaping ship. And the others wouldn't have to go on a risky mission to hunt down the third ship. There had also been Hiccup, his friends, the A-Team, Stoick and Gobber in the air. They would have made it somehow to stop the ships by themselves. For all of them it had been too early to go on such a dangerous mission. Sure, of course nobody had planned for the battle to happen right on the day of their first clan meeting. But still, had all their heroic actions been necessary? Some yes, but some others... Rubinesse stopped her thoughts. Was she acting a bit too "Snotloud" right now? Questioning their decisions - and also her clan leaders' decisions? Rue didn't mean to blame anyone. Okay, she blamed herself a little bit for demanding so much of Winnie. But besides, everybody had made their own decisions. Noone had been forced to do something he or she didn't want to do. And she had admired how Mariella had given them clear instructions but with leaving her the freedom to decide for herself at the same time. "Rue, Jasper and I can save this Gronkle ourselves... but we need somebody to freeze the entrance to the ocean. I realize that both you, and especially Winnie, might not be up to that... but I'll leave that decision to you. But whichever you choose, please let Herze and Valkor know they are needed" she had said, giving Rue the freedom to decide for herself and her dragon what's best. And that was what a real leader was about in Rubiness' opinion. Giving clear orders and respecting the others' ideas and freedom to decide for themselves at the same time. Not an easy path to go but Mariella had done well.
Rue's thoughts went to Hiccup and his gang. They were trained for situations like that fight yesterday. Rue felt completely unexperienced when it comes to taking on enemies in battle. She didn't properly know how to fight! And additionally, she didn't want to fight. If it was an emergency like yesterday it is a different thing, but what if Mariella wanted a clan that fights battles like this one on a regular basis? What if she hoped for her clan members to become warriors?
Rue felt sad. She didn't know if she should join Earthguard definitely. Did she really fit in? She had taken the others to her heart already, every one of them. And it would make her really sad if they'd go separate ways, now that Earthguard had just started to exist. "Now, okay, stop right there..." she told herself. "No more worrying what might be until I know for sure." At first, Rue would need to talk to Mariella about her goals and expectations concerning Earthguard. And then, she would train her flying skills with Gothic. Maybe she could even offer some arrow shooting training for her fellow clan mates? She used to be pretty good at this - until one year ago, Gothic had used her bow as dental floss and broke it... But she could get a new one. There had been a large fistful of gems in her treasure box. It would maybe even allow her to buy him a saddle...
Having made up her momentary decision, Rubinesse felt better. She returned to her hut and started to mix up a big amount of ointment with common marigold (calendula officinalis) and some with arnica montana - both flowers Gothi had brought from a long trip to some mountainous southern islands far away, which seemed to have both amazing healing properties. She would deliver the ointment she had made two days ago to Brasa later. Surely, they were running out of things like that by now.
((Don't worry, Rue is a bit out of it at the moment. But she'll be fine in 1 or 2 weeks. I won't make her develop a post-traumatic stress disorder or something.))
Extending her arms out wide Rose emurged from her sleep. Though it hadn't been peaceful, it was refeshing. The memory of the events yesterday instied on being replayed over and over again. Changin into some clean clothes she was followed by Shadow as the decended the stair into the main room, suprised to she that her mother and father were no where to be seen. "Mum? Dad?" Rose asked finally entering the downstair area. Looking out the window she thought to hereself *they should be up by now, where are they?* After checking their room it was then that she decided to look outside to see if she could find her parents.
running out the oak door she headed straight to the great hall where she thought her parents may be. Motioning Shadow to join her inside she caught a glimps of her fathers horned helmet amounts the crowd of village members. Swiftly heading over she jokily jumped on his back. "Next time leave a note where you guise leave the house without me." She whispered in her fathers ear, as the head master was speaking, her Father chuckled lightly as he turned to face his daughter as she slided down his back and stood by her parents side. "We didn't want to desturb you." Her mother had replied. Rose said nothing, as she thought it wasn't nessasy and comically nudged both her parents in the arm. Now listening to the headmaster Rose over heard what was being said.
"... We have yet to work out why this tragic event occoured yeaterday but rest ausure we will find out. However the event would have been more tragic if it weren't for the brave souls thst stood up to protect the village people who couldn't protect themselves. We give them our thanks."
He then proceeded to list the clans that fought valiantly yesterday, Rose couldn't help but notice he said "Earthguard," with such pride in his heart that it caused Rose to smile happily. She had no clan she'd rather be apart of than the Earthguard.
Exiting the hall, followed byy her parents, she turned to look at them. "Shadow and I are going to go out for a fly, see you guise later!" She explained kissing both on the cheek. Turing swiftly she swung herself onto Shadows back and soared into the sky to head to their spot. A lone tree pearch on the bank on a river before it extended into a waterfall. Rose sat peacefully up the tree as her and Shadow rested calmly with not a care in the world.
((So it kind of sounds like we are utilizing torture for information? Certainly more realistic, but not very "Hiccup-ish" ...))
Jasper, Mariella's Gronckle, hobbled off with a splint of metal on his right front leg. Brasa hadn't been sure if his leg was fractured or just badly twisted. For now, he would have to stay off it as much as possible for the swelling in his wrist to go down. If there was no improvement in a week or so, then she might have to sedate him in some manner and manipulate and prod the limb closely to see if there was something broken, then cast it, if so.
Brasa was satisfied everyone in Earthgaurd - well, technically everyone that bonded so tightly at that ruined first meeting - And was the food ruined?? - was more or less physically okay. The younger ones and the young brave leader might have a problem mentally dealing with the carnage and chaos, though. Berk had been at peace for a good while now, but was suddenly interrupted. Gothi probably had some good herbs to soothe nerves, and she would probably need alot in the next few weeks. She hoped the talented herbalist Rue would up to preparing medicines.
She sat down heavily on the chest of coins that was her share of the loot. Her feet hurt. But her dragons' feet probably hurt more (nevermind they were designed better for walking). The day was ending. Just about all the injured dragons had been tended to. Tomorrow would start the long process of visiting all the patients. Most likely a group of students would visit the more interesting, well tragic and complicated, cases so they could all learn from them. Also the medical stores needed resupplying, so gatheering and foraging for herbs, smithing metal rods, prepping bandage material, crafting various sutures, etc would need to be done, too.
Brasa had yet to actually pledge to be a part of Earthgaurd, but it was also pretty much a foregone conclusion, in her mind anyway. Still, it would be interesting to see how the next few weeks played out.
Brasa stood up and collected her dragon medical supplies and foisted the chest onto a resting Clintonia. Poor Fern's mouth was probably chafed and had a bad taste in her mouth. Clintonia's muscles were probably sore, as well as various scrapes and scratches and minor burns. But she lifted into the air anyway, with Fern catching a ride, and they headed back to the comfort of their boulder stable. Arriving, Brasa unloaded Clintonia and removed her saddle. She pulled out a jar of lanolin and rubbed and massaged Clintonia's legs and wings. She fed her and Fern some stored fish, and a little of the smelly Rakfisk. She splashed some cool clean water on herself, then headed to a large stone bowl of sorts her boulder dragons had carved for her long ago. It was lined with sheep skins and quilts and feathered pillows. She crawled in and bedded down for the night. Fern climbed in, too, as well as her large Night Terror, Bouncing Bet or Bet for short. Hyacinth the Smokebreath quietly nosed around the chest of coins, and Brasa thought she heard her picking at the lock. No matter of she dragged off the booty, probably a good hiding place anyway, keeping it with a dragon.
Draped in dragons and blankets, Brasa fell deep into dreamless sleep.
((That dream was nightmarish, Mariella! Also, I love your vegetarian baby Whispering Death. Great idea!))
After only one wrong turn, Eslig, Ambolt, and the turquoise baby Nadder found Rose's house. Ambolt shrugged off his tiny hitch-hiker and bent low so Eslig could untie the straps that held Rose's treasure chest to the saddle. When the chest was freed, Ambolt puffed out his chest importantly and marched with it to Namikah's front door. Upon reaching it, he preened himself quickly and roared out a greeting before delicately picking up the chest again in his teeth.
"I don't think anyone's home" said Eslig, and the pink Nadder snorted in annoyance. Eslig felt bad, he knew that Ambolt wanted to impress Shadow with the delivery of the treasure. "How about we leave it--" he was cut off by a betrayed snarl from Ambolt. Eslig held up a hand defensively. "Hear me out. We leave the chest where only Shadow can get to it, with a note or something so she knows you delivered it?"
The Nadder shifted its weight, pondering the proposal. He didn't notice the baby Nadder hunting his tail until it was too late, and Eslig could tell that this bite hurt. Ambolt's head snapped up and he roared in pain and surprise, releasing the chest that had been clamped between his jaws. The chest flew up and landed on top of the roof, in one piece but well out of reach. Ambolt glared daggers at the baby Nadder, who squeaked happily and began running circles around Ambolt again. Babies, thought Eslig as shook his head. With the chest two stories up and Ambolt in a sling, there was no way they were going to be able to get a letter attached to the treasure chest now. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Ambolt sniffing his saddlebags and Eslig was reminded of the burnt dragon-cakes that Ambolt had insisted they take for the road. Eslig pulled one out for the pink Nadder, who deftly impaled it on one of his tail spikes. Eslig raised an eyebrow and watched Ambolt take aim.
SSSSSHHHH... THWACK! The bright-green spike impaled itself in the treasure chest, with the dragon-cake still attached. "There you go!" cheered Eslig. "No doubt now that the chest came from you!" Ambolt looked smugly at the baby Nadder, who was now excitedly jumping next to Ambolt in search of these treats. Ambolt's gaze softened and he tilted the saddlebag towards Eslig. "You sure?" the boy asked, inwardly pleased with his dragon's maturity. Ambolt rumbled and shifted even lower. Eslig grabbed the last dragon cake and gave it to the tiny Nadder, and Ambolt watched approvingly as the baby swallowed it whole. "I wonder who makes these", Eslig said to no one in particular. With all that had happend in the last 24 hours, he had forgotton just who had brought the dragon cakes to Earthguard's meeting. But for the moment, he had more pressing matters to think about, like how to get to his house from here. The baby Nadder had reclaimed its perch atop Ambolt's head, and both dragons were looking at him expectantly, anxious to get home. Eslig gave a defeated sigh, chose a direction at random, and began walking.
Lying on Shadow's back the two hovered above the cloud line with not a care in the world. Given this free time thoughts cycled through Roses Mind, "why am I still coughing? Whats wrong with me?" This thought had been cycling through her head since the incident. She began to cough which caused her to sit upright. Shadow shot her a concerned look. "I'm ok girl, really."She reassured. After remaining in the sly for another half an hour the began to decend and head back home where Rose and Shadow were going to relax at home.
Heading towards her home she noticed something pearched onto of her roof. Showing Shadow where to land Rose slided off of her saddle and causiously stumbled across her roof. "Oh this must be my share of the loot." She explained picking up the small wooden chest, "I wonder how it got here." She though, Pulling the spike causiously off of the wooden frame she looked to Shadow. "Hey Shadow isn't this one of Ambolts spikes?" Shadow replied with a positive chirp which answered Rose's question. Now knowing that the cale, which was attacked to the spike, belonged to a friend she passed the cake to Shadow who gulped it down with a cheerful purr. Gliding off of the roof they entered their housr and acended the stairs to their room. Sat on her bed she opened the creaky lid of the chest.
The minute the chest was opened she was amazed about the amount of loot that was in the chest. Coins, gems, hard to require parts. But nothing caught her attention more than the bracelet that was laying ontop of a blanket of gold coins. She picked it up in awe. The bracelet was that of a black corded bracelet decorated with that of a single stone. Which stone was unknown to Rose but the orange hue of this rock almost seemed as if it caught the redness of dusk in this one rock.
placing the bracelet on her wrist, amoungst the other corded bracelets, she pushed the chest under her bed and looked towards Shadow. "We should go thank Eslig and Ambolt for delivering the chest, and we need to go find Mariella and thank her for giving us the chest in the first place." The two strolled out of their house and began to scan the skies looking for either Eslig or Mariella to thank them.
((Thanks, Rubinesse! I don’t know if I’ve wished you luck with your exams and presentation yet- at least I can’t remember doing so??- but good luck to you as well! I thankfully only have one week filled with six exams left and one big project due soon, so I can finally get some rest. And then it’s summer jobs for me -.-. If only rent would pay itself lmao
Also, forgive me for this horribly long post but!!! Aw yea, baby Screaming Death acquired.))
Herze lifted herself out of the bed she had passed out on a few hours ago. Everything ached and she felt sore all over, so she decided to just stay in her pajamas today and maybe not leave the house. She looked over at Valkor, who was awake if his open eyes and slowly wagging tail were anything to go by, but he wasn’t moving.
“I’ll be banging the pots and pans to make some breakfast, so hopefully you’re prepared for that noise.” She grinned at him. Valkor groaned back and put his wings over his head, shielding his ears in precaution. Herze took in the state of his wings with a tiny, inaudible gasp. Gothi’s cream had really worked wonders. Herze remembered them looking a lot more busted up yesterday, with all the burns and straight out scorn marks. That’s what you get for putting an ice dragon through fire, they’re not as sustainable as the other dragons.
“I’m calling it. Gothi’s a witch, that cream was magic.” She joked, making her way to the kitchen. When Herze first arrived at Berk with Valkor, Gothi had avoided her like the plague. Astrid told her that Gothi feared Snow Wraiths and not to mind it too much, but Herze wouldn’t settle for that. She’d had a talk with Gothi about Valkor and her being here and eventually, after a lot of time and adjusting, Gothi didn’t fear Valkor any more. Herze was glad and hoped that, some day, Gothi would come with her to Glacier Island so she could rid herself of the fear completely. The old healer didn’t seem up for it any time soon, though, and Herze had to respect that.
She hummed as she took the lids off the bottles she’d dropped on the counter yesterday, swallowing whatever Gothi told her to drink, and applying what Gothi told her to apply where she told her to apply it, with minor complaints. It all felt cold on her skin, which in her opinion was the best feeling. She took out some chicken eggs she’d stored in one of the cupboards and placed them on the counter. She’d make them for breakfast and crawl back into bed afterwards. She lit up the fireplace and hauled a bucket of fish into the bedroom while it was starting.
“Here, eat this and get better.” She mumbled to Valkor, rubbing him over his head before making her way back to the kitchen. She took out a pan, cracked the eggs into it, and set it over the fireplace. Five minutes later her eggs were done and she decided to eat them at the flight deck, dangling her legs over the edge and looking out at the sea. Mornings were always spent like this, calmly sitting at the flight deck and enjoying the breeze, just thinking for a little while before going out and facing the day.
She’d built the house herself, it had been a little over a year now and she still wasn’t done. She still needed to reinforce it for storms and harsh weather, but she’ll get to that once Johann starts selling some good wood again, or when she can get it some other way. The trees around Berk produced sturdy wood, but not sturdy enough to build a strong house out of. When she first started building, she got all her wood from Johann, paid if off with the coins she got for doing odd jobs around Berk. Sometimes other villagers helped her out in exchange for those jobs. A year and some months later, she had a house to call her own. Big enough to host a dragon twice Valkor’s size, three separate rooms and an attic, and most importantly, a flight deck facing Glacier Island.
She hummed a tune she barely remembered from back then and she thought about the island. Their family was there, both Valkor’s and her parents, wherever they might be frozen in on the island. She remembered the first year there, constantly looking for her parents with Valkor’s mother, Varði. She always knew Varði had nothing to do with her parent’s disappearance. While the dragon was hostile and definitely capable and willing to harm intruders, she hadn’t been the one to destroy their ship. Snow Wraiths were stealthy hunters and there had been too much destruction, a big storm had hit them while she was in hiding and it had covered everything in layers of snow as well. She still wondered about what had gone down there, though, but she had made peace with not knowing.
It was probably the battle yesterday that made her reflect. Those few hours felt like that entire first year on the island. The good thing about that was that she knew it would eventually become a fond memory. Just like she remembers that year to be all about bonding with Varði and learning amazing survival skills, she’ll remember this battle as the day their clan came together.
She shakes the thought off and goes back to the kitchen to get rid of her dirty plate, figuring that’s enough reminiscing for the next few months or so.
She was making her way back to her bed, ready to pass out for another few hours, when she spotted the wooden crate she’d been given. Her curiosity from last night came back in full swing. She picked it up and hauled it back to the bedroom.
“Hey, buddy.” She whispered to Valkor. He slowly removed the wing from his head and looked up at her expectantly. “Some loot was divided yesterday and we got this crate. Figured I’d open it with you.” She told him. Valkor was immediately up and running, making circles around the crate and sniffing it, hitting it with his tail and nearly toppling it over. “Wow, easy there, it could break.” She urged his tail away and shoo’d him with her hand. She put her heel to the bottom of the crate, got her fingers under the lid and looked back at Valkor. “Wanna see?” She grinned at him. Valkor nodded and flapped his wings, always the impatient one. Herze pulled the lid off- which took some serious muscle, she might add- and peered inside.
“It’s.. an egg?” She looked at the egg, back at Valkor, back at the egg. “I think it may be a dragon egg. Dunno what sort, though.” She mumbled. Valkor crowded over, pushing her away and stuck his nose in the crate, trying to inspect it closer. He sneezed with his nose still in the crate and backed up immediately when that literally exploded in his face.
“Smells funny, huh? Good funny or bad funny?” Valkor made some serious sounding noises and stomped around a bit, clearly trying to tell her something. “I don’t know what you mean by that, bud. What? What’s the stomping about?” She asked in confusion. Normally what Valkor was trying to say got through pretty clear to her, but this time she was at a loss. “Tell you what, we still have to return Gobber’s things. How about we go over there later and ask him what type of egg it is?” Valkor made a gurgling sound and sniffed again, but he calmed down enough for Herze to know he agreed with her plan.
“Alrighty, then. I’m gonna put something on and then we’re leaving.” She shared with him as she walked towards her closet. She pulled out something simple, not wanting to pull the weight of armor today. Besides, it's not like there's going to be an attack so soon after the last one, she reasoned with herself. A flowy white shirt with straps and no shoulders, but long and loose sleeves regardless, a brown animal hide skirt with a decorative belt and matching boots. Her arms were too sore to braid her hair and still a little too shaky to precisely apply face paint, so she opted out of that today. She forewent accesoirees altogether, figuring they'd only pull her down today.
She thought it was good enough, cutesy even, and called out to Valkor that it was go time. He backed out of the room tail first, dragging the crate with him, clasped between his teeth. “Right. The egg. Here, let’s just…” She mumbled, walking over to the flight deck and taking the saddle bags off the hook. She then strapped it to Valkor and put the egg in, securing it properly so it wouldn’t fall out and break. They'd have to go about everything carefully today, what with the unjuries and the baby on board.
“Off to Gobber’s, it is.” She instructed Valkor after climbing onto his back. Valkor took off into the sky, made a sharp turn and headed for Gobber’s workshop.
It turned out Gobber didn’t know what kind of egg it was, but he’d send them to see Hiccup after Herze gave him his tools back. Hiccup had taken them to the school, where most of the books about dragons were stored. Herze was still collecting books Hiccup had asked for when he called her over.
“I think this is it.” He said, showing her the page he was looking at. Someone had drawn an egg on there that looked a lot like the one Herze had received. “Screaming death?” She read off the page next to it. “Sounds like a charming fella.” She chuckled. “They’re rare, but we do encounter them every so often.” Hiccup informs her. Herze humms along and flips the page. It’s an image of a full grown Screaming Death and all gathered information about it. “Hah!” She laughs when she sees the image. “Seems like fate has a type for me; less than the regular amount of legs, white as snow and extremely spiky."
“It would seem so.” Hiccup laughs along. “But they’re extremely hard to train, and they’re massive. They also mature a lot faster than most dragons.” He tells her without even reading the book first. “Are you sure you want to hatch it?” He asks her. Herze contemplates it for a bit, biting her lip and humming a note.
“I think I do. I have to ask Valkor first, though.” She says, finally. Hiccup nods and closes the book. “You know how to, if you decide you want to hatch it. I have to go, though, there is a lot that needs doing around Berk after yesterday.” He says. “Yeah, yes, of course. Sorry to take so much of your time.” She apologizes, just now realizing how busy Hiccup must be. “Don’t sweat it. If you need to know more, those books I had you collect have everything we know about the Screaming Death in them. Fishleg and I wrote them, so the information in them can be trusted.” With that, Hiccup leaves the building, joining Toothless outside and flying off.
Herze takes a little longer, going over every bit of information they had about the species. After reading the last book, she put them all back in their place and left the building. She joins up with Valkor and tells him all about the egg he was currently carrying.
“So… Do you want to do this? We can give it to the Headmaster to deal with if you don’t, he’ll know a safe spot to put it, or a rider to raise it, or-“ Valkor interrupted with a rumble and walked around her, shoving his big head into her back and pushing her towards the stables. “Wow- wow, hold it, I can walk! I can walk!” She protested, digging her heels into the ground and pushing back. “You wan to hatch the egg?” She asked finally, looking back at him. Valkor nodded once and got ready to push her again but she evaded him and laughed, running towards the stables herself. “Last one there is a fried eel!” She giggled.
Valkor, of course, beat her to the entrance. “That’s cheating! You can’t fly in a running race!” She laughed, walking with him into the stables, heading right for the hatching spot. There were a lot of new students roaming around, some picking out eggs and some visiting their dragons at the stables. The headmaster had initially offered her a stable, too, but she’d declined. There was room at the house she was building at the time. She thought back to what Hiccup had said, ‘they’re massive’. She probably needed to expand while it was still a baby, make sure it had a room to stay. It could all be arranged, though. They were well established, had a home, joined a clan. It was a good time to raise another dragon.
She was about to place the egg on the hatching stand, but she paused and looked back at Valkor. “You sure about this?” She asked him one last time. He groaned and pushed her towards the stand. “Alright, alright.” She grinned, rolling her eyes and placing the egg. "Excuse me for taking your opinion into consideration."
The egg started cracking and soon enough a baby dragon popped out of it. It make some horrible squealing sound and blinked it’s red eyes at her. “My, my, my, aren’t you a horrendous creature?” She grinned at the baby. She tried to pet it, but it hissed at her and she withdrew her hand. “Right, a hard one to train.” She mumbled. She stepped a little closer and soothed it, making calm noises and gestures. The baby dragon seemed to go along and after a while it let her touch it. She rubbed it over it’s nose, careful not to get too close to it’s sharp teeth. It looked a lot like a Whispering Death, but uglier and bigger. She was already in love with it.
“So, how about we give you a name, huh?” She smiled down at the dragon. It gurgled something and hacked a bit. Valkor made a curious sound and deemed it safe to come a little closer. She chewed over the names for a second. She could name the dragon something likewise to Valkor, since it's family now, like maybe Válað. She could name it Venus, since it's teeth reminded her of the Venus Fly Trap. Ymir, since it was giant. Gellir, since it was a Screaming Death. Gørsimi, since she got the dragon as treasure. Snær, since he was white as snow, but that wouldn't match the red accents. Naðr, since he kind of looked like a serpent.
She thought back to what she'd said earlier. Horrendous. It seemed to accompany the dragon extremely well. “How does Horrendous sound?” She asked her companion. Valkor looked at her, back at the baby, seemed to think it over and then nodded. “Horrendous it is.”
They probably needed to go see a dragon healer, both to check up on Valkor and to see if Horrendous actually was as healthy as he seemed to be. Her mind instantly thought back to Brasa. If she’s not mistaken, Brasa works with injured and sick dragons. She figured there shouldn’t be any time wasted and heads out with Valkor and Horrendous, who keeps trying to dig holes and venture away to explore. At one point it almost seems like he’s trying to physically fight the sun. It’s amusing, but tiring. Herze secretly hopes he’ll always stay this energetic, though.
((Hey, Brasa! I'm currently planning on having Herze swing by you to check up on the dragons, since your character studies dragon medicine, if that's not okay with you just tell me and I'll have her go by someone else instead.))
((Herze - totally fine!))
Brasa yawned and stretched in her stone bowl-bed at the stables. "Oh Thor's toenails," she muttered to herself, as she immediately felt the muscles in her shoulders and calves aching. All considered though, it wasn't bad. Fern was perched on the edge, preening. "Lemme see," Brasa asked her, and she reached over to look into the dragon's mouth. A little red in spots, but okay. All that licking a drooling on rough scaley dragon hide could do a number to a Prickleboggle's relatively soft tongue. But that tongue was in the best place to heal up - in a Prickleboggle's mouth. Clintonia somewhat shoveled her out of the bowl. Her legs must have ached, too, since she opted to sit down alot. Rest was the remedy for that.
Today was a day for rest. Most likely there would be a celebratory feast on Berk tonight, or perhaps at the school. First, though, Brasa needed to tend her farm and dragons and everything else. It was a bit too soon to check on the injured dragons - wounds weren't going to heal overnight - unless of course those dragons and riders got into more trouble or didn't follow doctor's orders, which was entirely possible. She, and every other healer, human or dragon, also needed to restock supplies. Brasa thought about Rue, would she be up to herb-gathering, maybe tomorrow? There was an island not too far off that all of Gothi's students knew about that had alot of medicinal herbs growing on it. In fact, many of the plants were probably seeded by a healer in the distant past. They were allowed to grow wild, with just a little nurturing from the Vikings when needed.
((Yeah, mostly made up, but sounds nice. Also there was an island that Gothi goes to to gather herbs in one of the ROB quests with Snotlout. I just forget the name.))
Brasa slid out of the comfortable bowl, found a bit of paper and also two dried herring, and wrote a note to Rue asking if she'd like to go forage for herbs tomorrow. There were a few Terrors lazing on a ledge nearby. She tempted the one that was a mail dragon with the herring, attached the note, and sent the little dragon off to Rue's house.
Today, Brasa would make sure the dragons got the dagmal meal, after she finished chores. In the second wing of her boulder stables, her inginuitive boulder dragons had carved out another enormous bowl. This was to be their own feeding station. It was currently empty. She set some dragons on the task of gathering fish and filling up the bowl. They would most likely fill up their stomach first, but that was okay.
Brasa saddled up Laurel, her Gronkle, since Clintonia was instructed to rest, and buzzed over to her farm. The chickens were already pecking about, but Brasa freshened their water and tossed out some feed corn and other seeds anyway. Laurel stomped around in the little stream, attempting to catch some trout, but mostly muddying the water instead. Brasa milked the yaks and set the milk to curdle in her cool shed. She also collected the eggs and stored them. She took a few dozen of the older ones - she had alot of chickens - and loaded them into a saddlebag for the dragons. She weeded the garden - most of which was edible - harvested some root vegetables like carrots and beets, and leafy greens like cabbage. She loaded up the greens and veggies, and yes, the weeds onto Laurel and flew back to the stables. Her dragons had been productive - the bowl was nearly overflowing with mostly oceanic fish like cod and halibut and herring, and some salmon. Her dragons were hovering and drooling. Since there was a surplus of fish, she pulled out some to accomodate the vegetables, to prepare and preserve for later. The dragons that fished had predictably filled their own bellies up, so she set them to slicing and mashing the fish still in the bowl. Less change of them just chowing down. Guts, bones, scales and all, the dragons would the whole, nutricious fish. Brasa roughly chopped the vegetables and greens. In went the veggies and a few buckets of fresh water and a few of sea water for a salty flavor. Then came her Nightmare and Moldruffle, who both slowly heated the huge stone bowl. Brasa climbed on a stool and stirred the stew as best she could. Her Boneknapper got excited and produced an old dragon bone from her lair and started stirring, too. Brasa stopped and started tossing in the eggs, making sure they'd hit the sides and crack. A few were caught midair by the dragons and swallowed outright. The gooey eggs solidified and whitened in the broth, feathering between the fish bits.
Brasa sat down next to the fish she took out and started cleaning and fileting them, and hung them to dry. Hyacinth the Smokebreath obligingly puffed away, smoking the hanging fish, after helping herself to the heads and guts, and licked the floor clean. After their meal, Brasa would ask the dragons to char the floor well. Then she'd sweep away the debris after it cooled back down.
Brasa hummed some tune or other, probably a blend of of several. At this moment, all was copacetic. She called out each dragon's name and told them what good dragons they were, and truly they were. The aweful fish stew aroma filled the air, but as yucky as it was, it was also a good smell, the smell of family.
The stew cooked for about an hour or so. Someone had produced a number of smaller, but dragon-sized boulders that were hollowed out to form bowls. She'd really have to figure out which dragon or dragons were being so clever. In lieu of a giant ladle, her Armorwing pried off a large bent up shield and spooned out stew into the dragon bowls. When another dragon got too close to her shield-spoon she growled warningly. Clearly the shield was going right back where it came from once she was down. Brasa cracked another two eggs on the still-warm rim of the stone bowl for herself. She settled down to eat amongst the scaled beasts. The dragons ate from their boulder-bowls or directly from the giant stone bowl. It was a pleasant mid-day meal.
((Vikings ate two meals a day - a "day meal" a few hours after starting the morning work, and a "night meal"))
((Evidently, Vikings didn't drink too much fresh milk, rather it often went to other dairy products))
((Eggs can last a long time - the store-bought ones you eat are at least a couple weeks old!))
((Thank you, Herze! :-) And wow, that sounds like an awful lot of exams...
Brasa, giving herbs to the vikings that will calm their nerves, is a good idea! I read that hop calmes people down so I thought of distributing free beer would be nice :-D but then I found out that, though Vikings had beer-like drinks already, hop has been added to beer only since the 14th century. So, no beer for our vikings, but I'll go with Lavender (the smell has a calming effect), Valerian (for a calm sleep- might help against nightmares. But I'm not sure if you actually can make tea from Valerian as I will do in the next post, I just made that up). And of course, Healer's island! Another great idea! In the series's episode with the eel pocks epidemy Gothi, Hiccup and the others fly to Healer's island, so it definitifely exists :-) How practical!
Did you ask me in your message to go there tomorrow myself or did you plan to come with us? Both is fine with me, I'm just not sure how you meant it.
And welcome to the viking world, Horrendous and Rosemary! :-) Gothic will be so excited... ))
It took all the rest of the morning for Rue to finish several bowl full of new ointment and salves. They would need to rest for 1-2 days before they could be applied but the ones she has made some days ago looked good to her and she would deliver them later today. She wanted to add some herbs to her delivery as well, that would help vikings to cope with the past events mentally. But there was only a dry little bunch of Lavender left in her shelf. She would need more than that and Lavender was - even if it was a popular plant many vikings had in their gardens and farms - not adapted to a climate that cold as it was in Berk. To get some Lavender that blooms nicely and has a strong scent she needed some that had grown on a sunny dry coast or something...
For brunch she roasted a herring over the fire for herself and Winnie joined in for some raw fish. "Battling made me so hungry. I could eat a dragon... - figuratively" she added smilingly when her dragon gave her a sceptical but amoused look from the side. Winnie, too, seemed pretty hungry. Her usual dignified, deliberate nature fell off when she dashed into the fish basket, trying to gulp down two salmon at once.
After the meal Rue and Winnie went for a short visit to Rubinesse's parents who lived only some minutes away. Berk looked so at peace. The big fight at the training grounds had not touched the village, many had gone to the school grounds though to help reconstructing and caring about the people. Her parents were both fine as well and luckily, they had not known that their daughter had been at the training grounds yesterday. They got shocked in retrospect when they found out Rue had been batteling the feared Berserkes and she had to promise them that joining a clan would not lead to batteling them every day.
When they came home 1 hour later, a yellow Terrible Terror was fluttering through the sky above the hut. A message! Thankfully Rue tickled the little one, that had landed on her shoulder, under his chin and removed the letter. "It's from Brasa!" Winnie purred interestedly. " ah right, I expected they'd run out of healing supplies soon. So I'll try to get Gothic to fly with me to the school so I can deliver the new ointments fast. ...Oh, she askes me to go to Healer's island. What a great idea!" Delighted, Rue frisked into her hut and to the shelves.
"I can stock up my supplies there. I might even get some Lavender and Valerian! Tea made from Valerian root will help the vikings to sleep well after all the horrors of the battle. ...So we'll go to Healer's island tomorrow! I just hope Gothic will be up for that, too. I'm not sure if the boats are sailing right now because of the danger surrounding Berk and the school grounds - and it would take me hours to get to healer's island like that." Rue dismissed the yellow Terror back into the air. Maybe she could talk to Brasa herself in a few minutes.
Gothic wasn't in his cave when Rue arrived. She put down the heavy bag with all the ointments and salves and made her way into his spacious tunnels. "Goooothic?" When she found him in a small underground cave he looked drowsily up at her. She saw that he wasn't in the mood to get out into the sun so she decided to sit down next to him for a while and she told him everything that had happened the day before. He lifted his head a bit higher with every minute she spoke and his intimidating white eyes got bigger and bigger while he was staring at her and listened. When she was finished, a furious roar almost hit her against the wall because he was standing now right in front of her, his long front teeth only centimeters away from her body. With a second roar he turned (Rue had to watch out for his spikey tail whiping around) and with hellspeed he stormed to the exit of his tunnels. Rubinesse knew him good enough by now to interprete his behavior. Even though he was in a grumpy mood today, hearing about the attack had made him furious and made him want to protect his home and -even though he'd never admit it- his viking Rue, Winnie and their friends. Rue was almost moved to tears, she had never seen Gothic that protective of her. But now she hurried towards the sunlight to get the ointments to the healers as fast as possible.
Getting savely to the school through the air with a heavy bag full of fragile pots on her back on an angry Gothic was no picknick and Rue felt every bruise on her body from yesterday. She was glad she had thought of bringing some of the gems she had gotten from the treasure chest, so she would stop by Johan's shop for a Whispering Death saddle afterwards.
Rue had hoped to meet Brasa when she handed over the ointments to Gothi and some other healers in the Great Hall. But then she figured that she'd surely be getting some well-deserved rest today, so, because she diden't know where Brasa lived, Rue decided to send her a mail. Gothi gave her a cordial smile when she received the ointments. "I'll go to Healer's island tomorrow to get some more herbs there." The old lady nodded approvingly and laid her hand on Rue's shoulder for a moment before turning to an injured baby monstrous nightmare next to her.
Rue was lucky to find the yellow Terrible Terror from earlier today. He would know where to deliver the mail to Brasa. With the dragon disappearing in the sky Rue and Gothic walked over to Johans traiding post, excited to look for the coolest (Gothics wish) and most Whispering-Death-teeth resistant (Rue's wish) saddle they could get.
thank you for your mail! I hope you, Clintonia and Fern are alright!
Yes, I will go to Healer's island tomorrow, it's a good idea. Do you wanna come? I'll leave around 10 in the morning on my whispering death Gothic.
((I totally forgot to post my idea: Next time that captured enemies are going to be interrogated, there could be some sort of Hiccup-approved torture like making them listen to Johann's stories for hours for example :-) ))
Tally dropped out of bed the next morning after a deep sleep. If she dreamed at all, she rarely remembered them: sometimes this proved to be a blessing.
She discovered that she had fallen asleep in her clothes, and grabbed a towel, tunic, trousers and underwear off the small heap of clean clothes by her bed. Wandering out to the barn, she found an unusual sight. The carrying-pallet was totally bare, porridge sacks and barrels just sitting around waiting to be loaded. Ellen's attention was focused on the treasure box Tally had brought back last night: several scratches around the latch suggested she'd tried to get in by herself.
Tally had to load the whole thing herself, despite her stiff muscles and tender neck, and even when she asked Ellen to pick it up the dragon seemed reluctant to move: in the end Tally had to place the box on the pallet with her clothes to persuade the dragon to help. Even then, Ellen kept her attention on the box and carried the pallet slowly and carefully, as if there was something precious in there that she might break.
Ellen's distraction continued even as they prepared breakfast, her obsession with the box eventually drawing the other dragons' interest. First Ruth, a black-and-white Sand Wraith, crept over, sniffing over the box intently before leaping in the air in sudden alarm and burying herself six feet away, watching the box with just a pair of eyes and nostrils peeping out of the sand. Ruth was both insatiably curious and very nervous, so this was pretty normal for her and Tally ignored it: but after Kaylee, Sammie and even Martha's Left head ducked down and backed away nervously in turn after sniffing the box, Tally started paying attention.
"What in the Nine Realms is in this thing? Ruth aside, I've never seen you act so oddly!" she said to the gathered dragons as she knelt by the box, Ellen only reluctantly moving her tail so that Tally could open it up.
There were several layers of silky wrapping in the box, which Tally laid on the ground before lifting out... a rock.
It was nothing special as far as Tally could see: some kind of slightly crumbly pale grey shale, roughly cut into a slightly tapered shape, with a red circle painted at the top end. On top of the red circle was a black coiled dragon. Tally thought it looked like some kind of road marker.
The dragons peering over her all sighed as they beheld the rock, as if they had collectively been holding their breath. Ellen, leaning close, sniffed the rock and gave a low hum that was almost a purr.
Tally lifted out one rock after another, laying them on the silky stuff when Ellen rattled angrily after she nearly put one on the sand. There were ten altogether, which seemed to disappoint Ellen: she curled up as Tally began to pack the rocks away, and the other dragons nudged her comfortingly before they wandered back to their food. But when Tally began to put the rocks away, Ellen wiggled up and supervised, making sure they were all wrapped and packed carefully, and when Tally shut the lid with only nine rocks in the chest, Ellen rattled unhappily till Tally wrapped the last rock in the towel she'd brought for herself.
It was a reasonably warm morning, if overcast, so Tally cheerfully stripped off before heading to the hot water pool. Though the water came out of the cliff boiling, some clever engineering diverted some of the water from the stream that fed the dragons' drinking-troughs into the pool, so it was a good temperature for bathing. The heat still stung her burns and reminded her of Gothi's ointment, still in one of the pockets of the clothes she'd discarded. Once she had scrubbed herself clean, she emptied her pockets out and washed her dirty clothes: by the time they were done she was dry, and she could apply the ointment before dressing in the clean stuff she'd brought.
She picked her way back to the farm, carrying the box with the wet clothes heaped on top and the towel-wrapped stone balanced on all of it: Ellen followed her, rattling with worry the whole way. Tally called Sammie to come with them on the way past.
Ellen was not satisfied till the box had been stowed safely in the barn, and the single stone had been wrapped in some of the silky stuff from the box, and then in oilcloth, and finally in a patch of soft hide. Tally stowed it in her pack, followed by two pairs of socks, some vegetables and two boxes of eggs. She bundled up a roll of fleece and several homemade blankets and tied these underneath her pack. Then she pulled on two extra layers and a jacket made of heavy, furry hide, which she left unfastened. Finally ready to go, she hopped aboard Sammie and they took off. She saw Ellen take one last look at the barn before she wiggled back to the stables.
Tally did not know what the stone was, but she had an idea that it was pretty old, and she knew someone who might be both willing and able to help her. But she had joined a clan, and she had a vague idea that some kind of social responsibility went along with that: so when she took the fleece to sell to Phlegma to protect her crops she asked who she should give the blankets to, and the botanist seemed pleased and said she'd take them and pass them on to where they were needed.
"Aren't you a bit overdressed?" Phlegma asked her as Tally unloaded the fleece and all but one of the blankets.
"At the moment? Yes. But I won't be soon," Tally said cheerfully. The botanist stared for a moment, and apparently decided not to ask.
There was a crowd heading towards the Great Hall as Tally left the Lookout for the main School buildings. Sammie turned towards them but Tally said "No, Sammie, we're not going in there." She wandered to the market stalls instead and bought several bottles of small beer. Once they were packed - carefully, so as not to crush the eggs - she hopped up onto Sammie's shoulder. The dragon grumbled a little but took off, and they flew up over the beautiful landscape of the Wilderness to the blue of the sea.
High up, skimming clouds, with the morning sun to Tally's right, they flew straight on. After a few hours the air began to turn icy. Tally laced up the front of her jacket tightly against the chill wind. When tiny crystals of frost began to form on Sammie's spines and crest, they started their descent. A snow-covered island jutted up out of the sea, topped with a conical mountain that emitted clouds of steam and divided by a glacier inching its way to the sea.
"He was going here the last time I heard from him, Sammie. Said he was coming back to study those wall paintings some more. He would choose to go to Icestorm Island at the warmest point in Berk's year..." Tally mused as they landed in the near-deserted grounds in front of the Ice Caves. They entered the caves, the path soon opening out into a surprising landscape: a warm indoor lake, waterfalls plummeting from the roof, green plants with bright red flowers clinging to the steep, sloping sides of the rocks in the huge hidden chamber. Tally called out "Helloooo? Anyone there?", her voice echoing inside the vast cavern.
((Baby Rosemary the Squeaking Death is adorable. So is Horrendous - does Hiccup mind you co-opting his middle name for a Screaming Death, Rue? ;) On a more serious note, Tally is not going to be impressed when she finds out about Berkians committing torture, whatever the cause. And "small beer", if anyone doesn't already know, is weakly alcoholic beer that used to be brewed when water wasn't always safe to drink: most germs can't live in alcohol, even relatively weak alcohol.))
((All these baby dragons! I'm a sucker for baby dragons, they're just so darn cute!))
The sunset painted a brilliant array of colors on the horizon as Eslig and Ambolt trekked up the twisting path that led to Eslig's house. The baby Nadder was snoring softly on Ambolt's saddle. Eslif figured that if today was any indication, he and Ambolt wouldn't be alone together anymore. He would have to think of a name for their little friend...
A loud roar cut through the twilight, startling the baby Nadder awake. The turquoise dragon began shivering in fear, and Ambolt rumbled nervously. Eslig recognized the sound as a Monstrous Nightmare roar, and it didn't sound happy. Another bellow exhoed through the air, and Ambolt blinked in shock. TWO Monstrous Nightmares? Eslig thought. He ran the last few steps around the corner and his house came into view. Well, what was left of it anyway.
The two Monstrous Nightmares were mounting a full-scale assault on his small cottage, which was bathed in flames. Eslig watched, mouth agape, as the bigger of the two dragons used its tail to smash a large hole in the wall. The cottage shook but didn't collapse. Eslig squinted as he stared at the house, wondering what had prompted the wild dragons to attack. The smaller of the two Monstrous Nightmares (smaller being a relative term, 'Monstrous' isn't in their name for nothing) appeared to be trying to scale the side of the house.
Eslig followed the dragon's intended path up until he finally realized the reason for the dragons' assault. A baby Monstrous Nightmare was trapped inside the old Terror Mail Door, which was little more than a hole cut in the house with a swinging iron grate over the opening. Unfortunately for the baby Nightmare, it was a one-way door. This was because in the early days of Terror Mail, the little dragons hadn't quite grasped the concept of 'delivery'. They would fly to their destination, beg for fish, and leave before the mail was actually delivered to the recipient. By essentially trapping them inside (the door let them in but not out), they had to fulfill their mission before they were released by the recipient of the mail.
Eslig had kept a bowl of water and some fish near the Terror Mail door just in case one ever stopped by. It must have been that food that had drawn the little Nightmare in, but now it was stuck inside and its parents were coming to the rescue. The Nightmares finally succeeded in freeing their baby, and after a brief reunion and a staredown with Ambolt, they retreated back into the wild.
A memory stirred in Eslig's brain but he brushed it aside, taking in the damage. But as he got closer the acrid stench of the dying fire hit him like a boulder. He felt his knees weaken beneath him and he fell to the ground, his eyes glassy and the world spinning around him.
Eslig's mind flashed back to another house fire in another life. The smell of burning wood and the sound of crackling flames surrounded him, and he heard an old woman coughing and crying for help in a feeble voice. He didn't know who the voice belonged to but he felt an intense desire to help her escape the flames. As he urged his legs to go faster he felt strong, rough hands grab him and a sack was thrown over his head. A blow glanced off his head and he reeled, falling to the ground. Blows and kicks joined the assault until finally, mercifully, he sank into unconscousness.
Eslig felt something large and wet smother his forehead, and he awoke to a concenred Ambolt licking his face. Even the baby Nadder was quiet and still, and Eslig sat up weakly. "I'm ok, I'm ok..." he protested as the pink Nadder covered him protectively with his wing. But in truth Eslig was exhausted both mentally and physically, and soon he slipped into an uneasy sleep. Ambolt, content to let him rest, corralled the baby Nadder (who was once again running in circles around him) under his wing as well and soon all three of them were slumbering peacefully in the light of the smoldering cottage.
((Rue - yes, I thought we might go collect herbs together, and anyone else that might want to! That goes along with the RP, and maybe we can have a mini-adventure. Or just have a nice time collecting herbs!))
((Okay, sounds fun! :-) Rue will be attending the feast in the Great hall this evening after buying Gothics saddle and I'm pretty sure she will meet Mar and maybe someone else from the clan there, so she's gonna invite them to our little field trip for the next day, too. To those who won't be at the feast: You can make your charakters bump into Rue or Brasa or find out about the trip somehow, if you wanna come as well.))
Brasa platted her long blue hair and placed a wreath of white and purple flowers on top of her head. Her antlered headdress from the clan meeting was probably long gone by now. She wore grey leggings under a blue skirt, and a loose brown tunic. She had little in the way of jewelry, but did put on some iridescent dragon-scale earrings, a silver arm cuff, and a chunky choker.
She saddled up Clintonia and beckoned Fern over to ride along. Both dragons were feeling better after a day's rest, and certainly deserved to be at the feast. Mounting her Shovelhelm, they took off to fly slowly over to the School Hall, for the festivities. Brasa wondered if Rue would be there.
Brasa had sent along a reply to Rue's dragon mail, saying yes, they ought to go gather herbs tomorrow on Healer's Island, but she also wondered if she herself would be able to make the 10 AM meeting time. Well, no better place to find a cure for a hangover, she supposed.
She also wondered, as her tummy grumbled, if there were going to be a nice selection of cheeses there ...
Some time later Rue stepped out of Johan's trading post contently. She was holding a brandnew bow and some arrows in her hand und Gothic hurried to fly down to the sea to look at his reflection. He was wearing a shiny sleek saddle that not only looked pretty cool at him, Rue had to admit, but also seemed to be almost unbreakable. Rue laughed seeing him wiggle proudly around the shore, turning his head and his body and growling happily. "Come back up, big boy, I wanna see what's going on over there..." Rue yelled down to him. She needed to find a new way how she could call him when he was farther away - something that would work especially...
Rue had not known about the big feast that was about to happen at the school this evening. Living in Berk sometimes kept her away from the action and the news. She would have dressed up a bit more if she had known and she would have brought something to eat - but maybe her clanmates would be there so she decided to stay. When she was at the entrance to the Great hall she heard Gothic's wings flap behind her. "There you are" she said smiling. "I wanna stay for the feast, why don't you go over to the hills for a nap while I'll be here?" Having Gothic with her inside the building didn't seem like a good idea to her and having him wait outside the door was too risky, too. He might run into Toothless or get into a fight with some other dragons. But then Rue got distracted for a moment "...oh look, there's Mariella!" Before she could wave at the young woman that was sitting alone on a table close to the entrance, Gothic hurried towards her. "Gothic, wait. Where are you..." She had never heared him make such chirrup sounds before. He was rushing over to Mar who seemed startled by the big Whispering Death wiggeling excitedly around her seat. He pushed Jasper to the side who started to growl and wanted to protect his rider. Rue ran over to stop a disaster from happening. "I'm sorry, Mar. This is Gothic. Gothic, back off! What's with you? ...ohhhh, is that a baby Whispering death??" Rue's eyes got bigger and she stood next to Gothic who was now almost completely surrounding Mariella, looking at the tiny dragon that was sitting in a bag and looked up to Gothic curiously and a bit frightened. Rue had never seen Gothic like this, he was affectionatley clapping his front teeth and made gentle purring noises. The baby dragon was so cute. It had huge white eyes and was wearing a rosemary crown on the head.
"Hello little one." Rue spoke softly and then asked Mariella "Did you get it from the treasure chest? Is it a he or a she? ohhhh, it's so cute..." Only then she realized Mar might not feel too comfortable being surrounded so close by her and especially her spikey adult Whispering death. She laid her hand on Gothics back. "Give them some space, so everyone can calm down. Jasper isn't used to big dragons with huge teeth surrounding Mariella like that either." Unwilling and still purring, Gothic wiggled back 1 or 2 meters but without stopping looking at the little one.
((Tallyra, the screaming death is actually mine and not Rue’s. It’s okay I keep skipping to everyone’s character sheets too because I forget who has which dragon lmao. Also, hopefully Hiccup doesn’t mind me using his middle name. I used to have a Screaming Death named Horrendous on and old account, and it was my favorite little baby, so I figured I’d bring him back into my life. :’)
Also, wow, fourteen new (or edited) posts, I have a lot of catching up to do! ))
Herze and Valkor crowded around Horrendous to make sure he wouldn’t take off, but they hadn’t accounted for the digging. Herze groaned as Horrendous, yet again, disappeared into the ground. They’d have to spend an afternoon filling all the holes.
Valkor could easily track the young dragon with his heat vision and took off after him, with Herze a short way behind. Valkor roared and Horrendous popped up again, giving them a big goofy smile.
“You can’t keep doing that, Horrendous! I get that caving is your thing, but here on Berk, people don’t usually take well to tripping over or falling into caves!” She scolded the young dragon. Horrendous hissed at them and went back to digging. Both Herze and Valkor groaned in unison. “Do you think we should get him a leash?” Valkor snickered at the suggestion.
They lazily walked the path Horrendous set, which, thankfully, was in the right direction, when Herze noticed a new poster on the announcement board. Now that she thought about it, she’d seen posters being hung all over today. “Can you get Horrendous? I’m just going to see what this is about.” She mumbled at Valkor, who complied.
Herze jogged to the poster and read it over. It was announcing a celebratory feast at the Great Hall. There was a fine print below it, asking for donations and volunteers to help Berk. She heard Valkor coming back and looked over at him. He was carrying an energetically wriggling Horrendous between his teeth and Herze smiled. “That works.”
“Hey, listen.” She tried to get Valkor’s attention. “There’s a celebration tonight at the Great Hall, you wanna go?” Valkor shook his head, forgetting Horrendous, who had no choice but to shake along. Herze giggled a bit at the sight, Horrendous looked so offended. “That’s alright, you can rest up at home. I’m planning on going, though. I’ll take Horrendous with me so you don’t have to baby sit this little monstrosity.”
Valkor shrugged and kept walking, with Herze in tow. When they reached Brasa’s home- or at least the place Herze vaguely remembers Brasa mentioning she lived- they found it to be empty. “Must’ve already headed out.” Herze mumbled. “Let’s just go home. I can prepare for the party, and you can get comfortable. You excited, Horrendous? You get to see where you live!” She addressed Horrendous in the voice people normally use for baby animals, without even thinking about it. She cleared her throat and made a mental note to not do that again.
Flying would get them places a lot quicker, so Herze jumped on Valkor and they took off.
Some time later, Valkor touched ground on their flight deck and released Horrendous to ravage the place. And he did, the young dragon was curious about anything and everything. Herze figured he’d be entertained for a while and used the time to get some proper party apparel. What she was currently wearing felt a little too boring for her tastes and a little too hazardous for a night accompanied by Horrendous.
She pulled out some metal and leather shoulder protectors and draped them over the white flowy shirt she had on. She braided her hair into a knot and added some flowers and decorations she had lying about into it. Next, she abandoned the animal hide skirt for a more durable leather, layered and decorated one. She added a pair of fitting forearm protectors, upper arm cuffs and heavy boots. To top it off, she grinded some white chalk into dust, added a liquid and used it to paint her arms, neck and face. She deemed it both stylish and ready to deal with the wriggling mess of spikes.
She entered back into the common room to find Valkor draped on the flight deck with Horrendous curled up next to him. Once the younger dragon saw her, he immediately sprung back into action. Valkor, however, opted to just blink lazily at her and wag his tail.
“Alrighty, then. We’re heading out, Valkor.” She smiles as she walks over and rubs the top of his head. “Don’t go icing the place in.”
With that, she carefully picked up Horrendous and placed him on her shoulder, so he wouldn’t disappear into a self created hole again. Once the baby dragon was settled and not seemingly trying to injury her, she walked out to the Great Hall.
((Hey, Brasa! I guess Herze won’t be stopping by after all lmao. Sorry about that, but it was hard trying to get that to happen in the current time line with so many already at, or leaving for the party. Rain check?))
((Forgot to highlight some text that made it more clear that Eslig is indeed coming to the feast. Sorry for any confusion))
Eslig awoke early in the morning, still tired after a night of fitful sleeping. The baby Nadder gurgled and whined hungrily, and Ambolt shifted as the tiny dragon began pestering him for food. Eslig heard the pink Nadder's stomach rumble, and he gently pushed away Ambolt's enveloping wing. Time to find some food.
Since his house had burned to the ground, Eslig decided to search the barn. It was the only structure left after the destruction of the house, and while he didn't farm often he did have a few animals. He grunted as he pushed open the heavy wooden doors, aided by Ambolt's tail. The three chickens squawked in alarm as the baby Nadder rushed in, excitedly exploring this new place. Eslig was glad to see that they still had some food and water, but he topped off their victuals in exchange for a dozen eggs. Ambolt watched in amusement as the baby Nadder ate his first chicken egg, yolk running down its chin. Ambolt pateintly taught the young Nadder to how to swallow them whole. Eslig sheared the sheep and made sure they had food and water for at least a couple more days. With all the animals (and dragons) fed, Eslig began looking for food for himself. There was no (edible) food in the barn, so after cleaning out the rotten vegetables he found a couple apples on the apple tree and called that his breakfast.
With their food problem solved, Eslig began surveying the damage of last night's attack. The small two-story house had comepletely burned down, leaving just the stone foundation behind. It looked like nothing had survived the fire, and Eslig figured that they would be sleeping in the barn for quite a while. It would take time to trade enough farm produce to consider building another house. Caught up in his thoughts, Eslig almost didn't notice Ambolt sniffing at the treasure chest that was still strapped to his saddle. "I'd forgotten about that!" admitted Eslig. "Let's open it up."
Both Nadders watched curiously as Eslig opened the chest. Inside, buried in a small fortune in gems, was a brown Hunter's vest. It was tough yet flexible, with several sheaths for knives. Eslig made a note to fashion knives out of a few of Ambolt's extra spines later. He didn't like fighting, but he could defend himself if need be. Besides, knives were useful for more than just combat.
The baby Nadder seemed disappointed that there wasn't any food, but he did seem enamored with a name engraved on the inside of the chest. "Septimus" Eslig read, and the Nadder squeaked in response. "Do you want that to be your name?" With an excited roar, the tiny dragon agreed. "Septimus it is!" smiled Eslig. He struggled into the armor and strapped the chest full of gems back on Ambolt's saddle. The chest contained more than enough gems to build a new living space for the three of them. "Let's head back into Berk. Before we left yesterday I heard something about a celebratory feast! While we are there, perhaps we can find someone who knows a bit about building houses." Septimus scrambled up onto Ambolt's head and chirped in agreement. Eslig decided to walk alongside Ambolt, and together the threesome made their way back into town.
((Eslig, I feel sorry that your charakter's house burnt to the ground. As you are coming to the feast anyway, maybe we all can talk about it, look for possible solutions and help you with that.))
Rue was watching the two Whispering Deaths with a big smile. The little Rosemary had now come out of the bag and was sitting on the table, talking to Gothic and imitating his behavior. This was incredible!
"So that's your Whispering Death, huh?" Mariella asked, gesturing to Gothic. "He's quite a handsome fella. Any advice for a new Whispering Death Trainer?" she inquired, looking first at Rue and then to the big-eyed hatchling before her. "Oh, and you can sit down if you like."
Rue made her way around the table to the empty seat opposite to where Mar was sitting. Like that she could have Gothic stay next to her without him getting too close again to Jasper, Mariella and the baby dragon. When she passed the Gronckle, she saw that one of Gothics spikes lay on the floor. He must have hit Jasper accidentally when he had pushed him aside. Worried, Rue kneeled down and took a closer look at the Gronckle but he was not hurt, his strong skin didn't even have a scratch. Rue breathed a little sigh of relieve."I'm sorry, Jasper. Gothic is not used to be very considerate towards other dragons yet..."
Sitting down opposite from her, Rue thought about how to answer Mariella's question. Seeing Gothic act that gentle made her so happy but seeing his spike on the floor next to Jasper had reminded her that she wasn't comfortable having him inside the building. What should she do? Gothic didn't seem like he would want to leave Rosemary and while the two were playing and chirruping he was calm so maybe she could let him stay for a while...
"Well... It's so cute to see them like that. Gothic has grown up all by himself and he's more like a lone wolf when it comes to socializing with other dragons. I'm so happy to see him like that." Lowering her voice so Gothic wouldn't hear, her she continued "He can be trouble... I usually don't bring him to social gatherings or into the village that often because he always breaks something. He's had a rough childhood growing up alone and trying to survive, so he can be very headstrong and gets into fights with other dragons every now and then. We've come a long way in training but we still have a very long way to go...
But he's the only Whisper I know well, so I actually don't know what training a Whispering death usually is like... Gothic loves to tunnel through the ground, he loves Halibut and he doesn't like Toothless. But besides his moods he is an excellent flyer during night. Whispering deaths have poor vision but because of their ability to live underground they have pretty good eyesight when it's dark." ((Don't know if that's true but I figured it makes sense :-)) Rue whatched Rosemary who was now flapping her tiny wings and was hovering around six inches over the table. "I'm curious about how your little Whisper will turn out to be." She smiled at Mariella. "How is it going with her? Have you already discovered what she likes and what she dislikes?"
As luck would have it, she spotted the blue haired viking she was looking for earlier just about to enter the Great Hall. Music, singing and laughter came from the building, all too loud for Brasa to hear her calling out, so she decided to run the last bit, catching up with the healer in the doorstep.
“Hey, Brasa!” She smiled. “I was trying to find you earlier! I was wondering if maybe you could have a look at Valkor later, see how he’s doing? Oh, and this little fella.” She shouted over the music, rubbing Horrendous over his nose. The dragon shyed away from her touch a little, but didn’t seem to mind it all too much. She probably just shocked him a bit. She wonders if she made the right call taking a newly hatched dragon to a celebratory feast. Eh, he’s gotta get used to this one way or another, she thought, might as well make it sooner rather than later.
“I just got him, from the treasure I received. His name is Horrendous. I just want to know if he’s a healthy little worm.” She explained. “‘Course it can wait until after the celebration.”
"Hi Herze! Hey Brasa!” Herze whipped her head around at the mention of her name, spotting Mariella and Rubinesse already seated at a table. They were accompanied by two Whispering Deaths and Herze remembers something in the books she read, something about Whispers and Screamings getting along especially well. Well then, seem like I made the right call bringing him along after all. Horrendous seemed to notice the other dragons as well, as he started wriggling and flailing, trying to get to the ground and join them. He rumbled and squeaked at the Whispering Deaths, throwing Herze a bit off balance in his efforts. “Woah there, easy buddy. We’ll get to that."
"Rue and I are over here if you'd like to sit with us.” Mariella says, waving them over. Herze smiled at them and looked back at Brasa, pointing a thumb over her shoulder and raising her eyebrows in a questioning manner. “Shall we?” She asked, already slowly walking backwards towards the others, half on her own account and half on the dragon excitedly forcing her to get closer to them.
Sammie drifted through the Ice Caves on soft, quiet wings, taking in the scenery: they had not been back for some time, and they had forgotten quite how striking and unique the place was. Green lichen grew in the steam from the geothermal springs: gigantic ferns big enough to hide a dragon sprouted from cracks in the rocks.
Sammie accelerated and they dived under rock arches and swooped over ice floes, twisting and spiralling joyously, Tally half-clinging, half pressed to her back by sheer speed. All of a sudden, she pulled up short. A group of angular dragons in shades of ice fluttered in formation, blocking her path, mouths open to reveal jagged white teeth. The faint light glinted off their hides.Sammie flipped over (she'd been flying upside-down) and hovered before them.
"Oh, hello, you lot. Where's Tiffany?" Tally said cheerfully. A greenish-and-purple Groncicle fluttered up and over the pack and hovered beside Tally and Sammie. Tally leaned over Sammie's head and gently rested a hand on the Tiffany's chin: she rumbled a greeting, backed away and flew off, and the Groncicles dispersed.
"They're more nervous since they had their eggs taken" she remarked to Sammie as they descended. Sammie landed on the icy shelf at the entrance and Tally scooped up her pack. She went to pick it up, but Sammie rumbled and she looked up. The wall of Groncicles had returned.
"One more thing, eh?" she said, grinning, and, opening her pack, dug out the first box of eggs. She'd judged it about right: one for each Groncicle, even the couple of babies that hadn't been there last time - they made happy little gurgles as they crunched the eggs - and just one left for Sammie, who got jealous if she wasn't included.
The Groncicles trundled off back to their icy beds, and Tally was finally free to wander through the icy halls to the second set of caves, where she found what looked like a pile of furs topped with a silly hat and a sketchpad settled in front of the wall-paintings. She wandered over to the fire pit - which had burnt down to nearly nothing - put down her pack, picked up a few frosty pine logs, some sticks and kindling, and built a fire. Sammie watched curiously, wandered over to sniff the pile of furs, sniffed at a few other scattered objects and ambled back just in time to light the fire with a jet of flame that dried the logs, practically vapourised the kindling and set the sticks merrily aflame in moments.
Tally and Sammie wandered round the ruins while the fire burned down. When it was mostly hot coals, Tally unloaded a frying-pan, eggs, a small cloth-wrapped lump of yak-butter and some slightly squashed bread from her pack. She cut rough slices off the bread, then broke the eggs into a stone bowl she'd borrowed from the ruins. She mixed the yolks and white and soaked the bread in the eggs, then dropped a bit of the yak butter in the pan and fried the eggy bread in the butter.
As the smell started to waft around the chamber - Sammie started to look very interested - the heap of furs in the silly hat stirred.
"I thought it was getting warmer", Skulder said, looking round. He unfolded, turning into a human being as he stood, and ambled over, just as the first piece of fried bread was ready. Tally smiled and handed it to him.
"When did you run out of food?" she asked, frying a second piece of bread.
"O ye of little faith! I've got... oh, there's some salt fish here somewhere..." His own pack was stowed by one of the stone benches; he started digging through it.
Tally, grinning, unloaded the rest of the eggs, some salt fish, the vegetables and the socks. "Maybe this will help tide you over till you find it? If it gets really bad, you could even eat the socks!"
"Thanks" he said, a bit sheepishly. "What brings you two out this way?"
Sammie purred at being acknowledged and trotted over, demanding to be cuddled and fussed. The archaeologist was no longer timid around the little Stormcutter - though Tally had brought her rather than the more patient, but bigger and spikier Agnes, on purpose.
Tally pulled the weird stone in its wrappings out of her bag and handed it over. Skulder unwrapped it, studied it and then began to root through his own pack.
"How's Muddie?" Tally asked.
"He's been following me all over the place. Even back to Melody Island." Skulder's voice was slightly muffled from the depths of his pack, which was even bigger than the one Tally habitually lugged around. "I persuaded him to stay on Mudraker Island for now, though, I thought this might be too cold for him."
"No. It's just... well, I just... I don't know..."
"You'll get there. You just need to learn to trust him", Tally said, as Sammie leaned over and tried to steal the piece of fried bread from the pan. "Not helping, Sammie" she said as she swiped it from under the Stormcutter's nose.
She handed Skulder the second piece of bread and watched as it disappeared into the backpack, to be eaten while he rummaged. She started frying another slice for herself.
"Do you ever measure the layers of crumbs and lint in there to find out how old the stuff at the bottom is?" Tally asked, before taking a bite of the slice of bread.
He pulled his head out of the bag and stared at her. "Was that an archaeology joke? I might be able to teach you something yet!" He grinned. "Found the scroll I was looking for. Here. It's a copy of something on one of the Dragon Eye lenses, before..." He grimaced. Tally knew he was as upset about the loss of the artefact to the Dragon Hunters as Hiccup, although for slightly different reasons. She fried the next slice of bread and gave it to him as a small consolation.
He opened the scroll and showed her. "Look, the central symbol is the coiled dragon that's on the rock here. There's what looks like a map, and these runes... I don't know what it means, though."
"Well, if you can't read them... I'm no use at all. Maybe Fishlegs..." Tally started, but he said "Oh, I can read them, I just didn't understand what they said. It says that when the time is right, two-score-and-ten runes should be given to the Pool of Fire on the Isle of Titans and the dragon's final form will be seen... these things are usually a bit less mysterious than that."
Tally dropped the last slice of bread into the pan. "Well, a Titan dragon is a very big, usually very old dragon, so I guess the Isle of Titans is for those?"
"Oh, I was thinking of the Greek myths! I wondered why they were mentioned on a Viking artefact. Maybe there's some kind of dragon graveyard there? You know, where they go to... um.. retire." he hazarded a guess, glancing at Sammie, who had found the eggy stone bowl and was happily licking it clean. Tally chewed thoughtfully on the bread for a moment.
"Maybe. Or maybe it's like the Hatchery at the School, somewhere they go to help them grow?" she suggested. "But where would these stones come into it?"
"I don't know", he said, "but it might be fun to find out! Do you have fifty of these stones?"
"No, only ten", Tally replied, thinking of Ellen's disappointment. "And how would we find out, anyway?"
"Because", he replied, grinning from ear to ear and pointing at part of the drawing, "this bit is a map!"
Tally peered more closely at the drawings on the scroll. Sure enough, there was the outline of an island. Her heart skipped a little with excitement, but she felt, somehow, that now was not the time.
"Tempting as it is to go tearing off on an adventure, I have joined a clan! I think there was some thing or other on at the Great Hall, so I had better head back tomorrow and make sure I haven't missed anything important. Besides I don't have enough stones yet for... whatever is supposed to happen," she said.
"A clan... Oh. I thought you weren't into that kind of thing?" He seemed surprised. Tally didn't blame him. He was... had been... one of the few human beings in the world she got on well with.
"This one is different. Not all about competition. Just... being friends and standing up for what you believe in," she explained. "And none of them were scared of Agnes", she added as an afterthought. "Maybe you could join!" she said brightly.
"Oh, I, ah... I'm not... I don't really..."
"You don't have any ties to Berk, and you don't really want them, and it would be too big a commitment when you go off exploring everywhere all the time. It's OK, I get it," Tally smiled, a little disappointed nevertheless.
Sammie yawned and stretched: a huge hint. Tally nodded. "You're right, Sammie. It is getting late. I should probably go early in the morning."
He nodded. "I've been sketching for hours, my eyes are tired. I've only just noticed..."
They threw more logs on the fire and Sammie set it going again: the caves might be warmer than outside but they were still cold. Skulder drew a couple of stone benches as close to the fire as he could and bedded down on those: Sammie swept a patch of rock bare with her tail and she curled up there, sheltering Tally under her wing.
"Night", Tally called out, getting a muffled "night" in return.
((Herze - Whoops. Sorry. Thanks for being nice about it XD
I hope this isn't way too much "NPC" interaction - I promise not to do it very often, and I guess Tally could have gone to Fishlegs but the team are busy. Plus my idea is that, pre-Earthguard, Skulder the Archaeologist is one of the few people who can put up with Tally for any length of time, and therefore she considers him a friend. I'm fond of this character as I have an archaeology degree myself IRL XD
And I plan to rejoin you all by flying back via Healer's Island "tomorrow", if that's OK!))
((Silly question - are we at the School Hall or the Berk Hall?))
Brasa, Fern, and Clintonia landed a bit back from the festivities, where there was ample room. Brasa slid off, but Fern stayed on. Much easier to stay on Clintonia's back than for a little dragon to wade through the throng of people and dragons. They made their way toward the Hall. There was a group playing music and some singers, dancing, a variety of meat - yak and chicken and rabbit and fish and deer - roasting on the big fire pits in the center. Huge platters of breads and fruits and veggies and yes! Cheese lined the centers of the long tables. There were casks of ale and beer and mead dotted all over. Laughter was booming out from various groupings, and sometimes a heated Viking argument. A few arm wrestling matches. Perhaps later a fight or two would break out suddenly, then dissapate in a round of drinks and guffaws. The smaller dragons like Terrible Terrors, juveniles, and some of the smaller Smokebreaths and Night Terrors flitted and fidgeted amongst the eaves, and plotted how to steal some meat.
Brasa and her two dragons reached the Hall threshold. Fern looked about a chirped, a moment before Brasa heard her name being called. The blonde girl - Herze? - Brasa had to think a moment. Yes, Herze with the Snow Wraith Valkor. Herze was making her way toward Brasa, trying not to run into any of the celebrating vikings.
“Hey, Brasa! I was trying to find you earlier! I was wondering if maybe you could have a look at Valkor later, see how he’s doing? Oh, and this little fella.” Herze motioned to a tiny-wing Screamer, with red tipped spikes beside her.
“I just got him, from the treasure I received. His name is Horrendous. I just want to know if he’s a healthy little worm. ‘Course it can wait until after the celebration.”
Brasa strained to hear exactly what Herze said - asking for her to check out her dragons, she thought. Clintonia an Fern peered down at the wiggling mass of teeth and spikes and rumbled uncertainly. They had no issues with Whispers or Screamers, but even among dragons, some were more cuddly than others.
It seemed as though Mariella and Rue were here and were saying something and motioning Herze and herself over to a table they claimed, along with their dragons. Herze motioned that she was heading over. Brasa started over to the table as well, but stopped to get a tankard of mead and a plate stacked with roast yak and assorted roasted fish, the latter being for the dragons to nibble on. By Freya's good fortune, the table at which her clansmen sat had a large plate of a good selection of hard and semi-soft cheeses, right in the middle. Now this was a party - comrades, drink, and good food.
Brasa made it to the table and set her dishes down with a smile. "Heyall!" Fern fluttered down onto the bench beside her and Clintonia rubbed her head on Jasper's side in greeting. To the adult purple Whisper she murmured a greeting rumble and held her nose out for a sniff. The Whisper clacked his teeth and leaned forward, also sniffing. This seemed to be enough, and the two settled in their spots, introduced but with just a touch of dragon awkwardness.
My game is so annoying when i try the screenshots. It glitches, then i have to restart the computer and i have to work on this all over again! But yay, now im doing it!
Nicknames/Title: The Death Whisperer
Age: about 12 years
Residence: A cave hidden in the school
Personality: Private and mysterious. Prefers to be alone, but would gladly help anyone that has a good reason for her help to do so.
History: Grew up in berk, happy and attended the school of dragons. She disguised herself to make her more mysterious, not wanting attention.
Appearance: Covered in white clothing, see image.
Do you want to reserve a color for your Viking? If Yes, what color?
I think This is good.
Species: Deadly Nadder
Age: 4 years
Personality: Friendly and playful, skilled with the spikes though she often dosen't use it.
History: One of the earlier Deadly nadder eggs that arrived at the school, raised by Nihtclaw.
Appearance: Black nadder with white spikes and horn, yellow eyes, white stripes on tail, a white lower jaw and tummy, and a faded white on the wing tips.
Species: Whispering Death
Age: 4 years(but a few weeks younger than Darkcloak)
Personality: Aggresive, and bumps into things due to the fact whispering deaths are blind.
History: One of the Whispering Death eggs found in the burrow in Berk. Raised by Nihtclaw
Appearance: Like the whispering deaths that appeared in the TV show. Don't mistaken for the white Screaming Death.
Species: Smothering Smokebreath
Age: Unknown, but probably 10 years old considering the fact he acheived titan form. Found abandoned at about 7 years old
Personality: Very disobedient, skilled hunter, and likes to do things his own way. Stays with Nihtclaw because he likes to tag along, and a very good scout, fighter, and watch during those times he listens for once.
Appearance: A titan smothering smokebreath.
Nihtclaw was within her cave, hidden high up somewhere in the school. She was taking advantage of the waterfall covering the entrance of the cave, with plenty of fish squirming in it. Nihtclaw grabbed her fishing rod and started fishing. A few minutes later, Grub, her titan Smothering Smokebreath, came rambling out and was fishing with her, speeding up the process. "Thanks, Grub." Nihtclaw said, but Grub, as usual, ignored her and continued fishing and finished the bucket load with a huge salmon, cut on it's side, by Grub's sharp thorns on his tail. She carried the bucket inside and journeyed into the tunnel. It was made by Chopper, Nihtclaw's most trusted Whispering Death, and therefore created a stable, but with the a few doors missing. Nihtclaw had to scavenge these due to the fact she disliked lots of attention. She dumped a bit of fish into each of the three fish boxes, and refilled the water boxes. Darkcloak, her Deadly Nadder, gulped a few fishes down. Chopper ate all the fish in the box with a gulp, then with a whirr with his teeth, they were chopped up, and he gulped it down. Grub went on his special perch(because he is a small dragon) and ate the fish in his box. Nihtclaw kept Grub's big salmon and went back to the main room to start cooking. She took a dry branch and lit it with a fire in the tunnel to keep it bright enough to see. She laid a few other branches in a pile, and they began to burn. Suddenly, a thunk went outside. Nihtclaw looked out and saw a Terrible Terror screeching, and flying away. It's message is rolling close to the water, but before it touched the water, Nihtclaw grabbed it. Looks like this Terror had been traveling many miles, and gave up. Nihtclaw cut her salmon head off(she didn't particularly like the heads anyway) and gave it to the Terror who grabbed it and flew away. Nihtclaw opened it up and saw the Earthguard poster. She didn't really like the thought of joining a clan, for she preferred to be alone, and that she doesn't know if the clan is appreciative of her "anti-social" nature. Nihtclaw took a look at it and decided that maybe she could join. They must appreciate nature as much as she did like the poster said, so Nihtclaw got her saddle and fitted it on Chopper. Chopper opened his mouth aggressively and whirled his teeth around. Nihtclaw rubbed his forehead to announce that it was Nihtclaw, and closed his mouth, meaning he calmed down. Nihtclaw fitted the saddle, and moved the spike used to tell what he should do, and they flew off to find Mar.
((Welcome to the RP, Nihtclaw! Is Chopper one of the Whispering deaths that were hidden under Berk by the Outcasts? That would mean he's the brother of my Whisper Gothic :-) That's gonna be interesting! Rue and Gothic didn't know there were any of his brothers or sisters left in Berk and unfortunately, Gothic never met them while they were still under the village.
@Tally: I like to read about your adventure with the rune stones and your conversation with the archeologist. I also like his charakter and was happy when he reappeared in every expansion so far.
I hope I didn't mix anything up, I edited my post a little after I realized that Mar posted hers while I was writing mine :-) ))
"Wow, a little vegetarian Whispering death" surprised Rue looked back at Rosemary. So, if the little one wouldn't still change her food choices, she already had something that differed from Gothics preferences. Also no tunnelling in the ground so far... Rue listened to Mariella as she continued to speak about Rosemary being still quite shy towards her and Jasper. She looked pretty worried. Sympathetically, Rue answered "She seems to be a bit different from Gothic, maybe she will turn out to be easier to handle, especially since you got her as a baby. I'm prtty sure that she will warm up after some time. She couldn't be at a better place to grow up than with you and Jasper in my opinion. Sure, dragons like to be around their own species but even though Whispers take some time to trust and follow their humans or different dragons, deep down they seem to care about their vikings." Rue thought about how protective Gothic had reacted earlier today. And she remembered as well how long it had taken her to gain his trust after she found him and to train him due to his head-strong personality.
Speaking of... Their conversation was interrupted by Herze and Brasa entering the hall. Herze half walked over to them and half was pulled towards their table by a tiny squeaking wiggeling creature in her arms. A Screaming Death baby!! Seems like more of their treasure chests had included dragon eggs. Aww this little one was... cute? Scary? A bit of both... Gothic and Rosemary had turned around when they heared the little Screamer squeak. Quick, Rue put her left hand on Gothics belly to prevent him from rushing over to Herze like he had done with Mar. That must be an emotional day for him. Meeting two baby dragons of his kind!, Rue thought. He greated the little Screaming death with a chirrup, flapping his wings a little, his eyes big and curious. He might even find his fatherly side today with so many babies around, Rue chuckled a little. She looked at the two vikings coming over to them. It was good to see that both seemed to be fine and well rested and their dragons as well. She waved at Herze, who now had reached their table, and Brasa following her, but then turning and getting some food from the buffet on the way.
...Food! If Gothic would stay calm in his corner, watching over the two babies she could go quickly and grab something from this delicious looking buffet, too. But with the little Screaming death hopping on the table next to Rosemary and Gothic willing to follow them she couldn't risk it at the moment. Oh Maann... Those looked like baked salmons over there... And for the special occasion she would even have some meat today... But she decided to go with some delicious cheese and bread as an appetizer first, because these were standing on their table right in front of her...
@Rubinesse, YES! Chopper is in fact one of the eggs.
@Mariella I got a way to have us meet now! See my post bellow.
Niihtclaw looked around the school. Looked like it was rather empty except for a few new scholars, going to receive their first dragon or training their new dragons to do basic commands. Nihtclaw looked at the announcement board and on it listed a feast in the school hall. She guessed that was where everyone was, and made her way toward it. She opened the door and went on inside. Grub was looking at the food, probably planning to steal some of it despite the fact she just fed him a few minutes ago. Chopper was sniffing intensely at the black and purple Whispering Death on one side of the room. Nihtclaw on the other hand, was absolutely terrified. There were so many vikings here, arm wrestling, laughing at jokes, dancing and singing. Chopper started approaching the whispering death he was sniffing, and she had to follow to make sure he dosen't cause trouble. Chopper whirred his teeth at the whispering death, and it did it's own pattern of whirring teeth. The two just whirred their teeth at eachother, not really doing anything. Nihtclaw relaxed. "Hi." she said to the viking with long, blond hair and pale skin. She was the closest person to her. "Who's the owner of that dragon?" Nihtclaw pointed at the dragon Chopper was whirring his teeth at. "And how do you exactly join the Earthguard?"
Perfect way to randomly meet!
((Welcome Nihtclaw! Also, @Mariella, I actually didn’t take Valkor with me, he’s resting up back home ‘cause I faintly remember the one dragon at a time with a viking rule in one of the starting posts? Or maybe I’m remembering it wrong but yeah, no Valkor, sadly.))
Herze bemusedly watched as Horrendous kept going from one Whispering Death to the other. She recognizes the big one as Gothic but the baby Whisper is unfamiliar to her. Mariella begins to tell them about the headmaster's praises and Herze puffs up in pride. Earthguard was only a day or two old and already building a reputation, it seemed. She then tells them she was planning on doing something for the school, and ended asking them if they still wanted to join. "I stand by what I said yesterday. I'm definitely joining Earthguard. Actually already consider myself a member." She grins, but then slightly recoils. Maybe that was too foreward? "I mean, if you'll have me, of course." She added quickly. "And I'd love to help around Berk and the school in name of the clan. Horrendous would be especially handy in the planting trees part of it." She smiles. "Speaking of natural diggers-" She starts, pointedly looking at the Whispering death she hadn't recognized.
“Did you also find an egg?” She asked Mariella, eyebrows drawn up in surprise. “Am I the only one thinking they might’ve been trying to redo their first Whispering Death inclusive plan?” She’d heard of that from the vikings of Berk. Apparently they’d stashed a bunch of eggs in a tunnel system and the plan was that the hatched Whispers would have dug so many holes the island would collapse. Thankfully, they failed. “Tunnel plan, version 2.0, now with more failure.” She grinned.
“At least they tried to bring in the big guns this time around.” She joked, dragging Horrendous- who was determinedly going for the food on the table- back to her. “You’re the biggest guns around, aren’t you!? Who’s a good little weapon? You are!” She cooed at him, using her baby voice. She coughed a bit to clear up her throat. Really need to shake that habit, she thought to herself. Horrendous rolled over on the table, noticeably creating puncture marks, and Herze carefully picked him up and seated him in her lap. Thank Odin for triple layered leather.
Now that she thought about it, surely their attack wasn’t just to storm them. Even a dim mind knows that would never work, Berk is too strong. She wonders for a bit if maybe their plan had succeeded. Maybe the attack was a diversion, or- She’s shaken out of her thoughts by a couple of vikings loudly clinking their ale together and singing a victorious tune. Right, celebration time. No doom-thinking allowed tonight.
She turned back to Mariella, “Anyway, who’s this little cutie?”, she asked. Probably reading her shift of focus, Horrendous turned towards the baby Whispering Death as well, flapping it’s still tiny wings and apparently trying to fly over the table to get at it. With one hand she grabs a bit of bread and starts eating it, while with the other she tries to keep Horrendous close to her and make sure he doesn't take off in his excitement. She brings the last bite of her bread down and feeds it to him, which seems to distract him enough.
Suddenly, another Rider joins them and Horrendous starts wriggling again. Another Whispering Death joins their party. Man, this is sure beginning to look like a theme. They now had a small Whispering death army and a Screaming Death, should they ever have to go underground, they're set. Very well prepared for any and all sub terranium and cave missions. Maybe they should include it in their clan advertising. Need a hole? Earthguard has you covered.
HAHA! I guess we could do that. If only Whispering Deaths arn't so blind...
((Eh, we can give them directions lmao.
Also, in this RP we generally don't reply to someone's posts because that prevents us from being able to edit them. When someone's post is in ((...)) those marks, they're safe to reply to because that means they're not RP posts.
Don't worry about the replies you've made so far, tho, you just didn't know and now you do so it's okay!))
Brasa's plates seemed to galvanize the rest of the humans to gather food of their own. She watched as Mariella tried to feed a baby Whisper. The little wyrm turned her nose up at any meat or processed vegetables, but opted for the hearty mushrooms.
"Has she not eaten any meat at all, Mariella?" Brasa asked, a titch worried. While vegetables were certainly a healthy part of a diet should a dragon choose to eat them, ultimately they were all predominantly consumers of flesh. It was worrisome to see a growing baby not eat what it needed for nutrients for its growing body. But also, Vikings liked their fingers, so there was no forcing a dragon, however small, to eat what it didn't want to.
"No, Rosemary hasn't shown any interest in any meat or fish. Stones, either." Mariella replied.
Brasa thought for a moment. The little dragon needed protein. And minerals, too. "Hey, I think I saw you grew some black beans at your farm right? Maybe offer her beans. I hear they are satisfying like meat. Well, nothing can be as satisfying as meat," Brasa mused, forking some roast yak into her mouth. So juicy! "Or eggs? Have you tried eggs? Maybe leave the dirt of the vegetables, since dirt is alot of ground rock after all. Or maybe you can try making a veggie mash and hide some ground fish or meat in it? Oh! What about those strange dragon cakes Tally had? Those definitely smelled like they had meat or fish in it. And the dragons so loved those," Brasa prattled on. She looked around the table. Tallyra wasn't there. The next time she saw her, perhaps she could get that recipe.
Brasa picked up a slice of Gamalost cheese and nibbed on it. Oh! Gamalost! That was excellent fuel and full of protein! Brasa picked up another slice from her plate and handed it over to Mariella. "See if she likes this. Its dairy, but might be okay since its very hearty."
Mariella took the proferred slice, but didn't get a chance to answer. Yet another Whisper slithered up and started sniffing Gothic up and down in greeting. A young figure dressed in white clothing and a mask ran up after her errant dragon. "Hi." the figure uttered in a feminine voice to Mariella. "Who's the owner of that dragon?" she pointed at Gothic. "And how do you exactly join the Earthguard?"
((Sorry Nihtclaw, I turned your text grayish, just so it would stand out a little, here, if that's okay))
((I just read that Gamalost cheese had been made for a millenium. Currently its only made in one town in Norway, but used to be much more common. Its made from skim milk and is 50% protein. Evidently the Vikings ate alot of it on expeditions!))
((Also - fixed the previous passage about flying to Berk for the feast, to the School Hall! And Herze, I wrote that you had Valkor at the feast, too, but fixed it now, sorry!))
It's ok with the gray text. Maybe we should use the gray text instead.
Turning back to Nihtclaw she continued, "I'm Mariella, the leader of Earthguard. We're open to all kinds of people and dragons...We're all about helping dragons, animals, people, the Earth... Making the world a better place. All you need to do is have a good heart and ask! Were you interested in joining?" she said with a friendly smile.
"In fact, yes. I'm Nihtclaw." Nihtclaw said shyly. What a coincidence! Nihtclaw scratched the whispering death baby behind the spikes on the back of it's head. The baby squealed and playfully bit one of her fingers. "That Whispering Death is Chopper. I have a Deadly Nadder named Darkcloak at my stable." Nihtclaw said, pointing at her dragon, with the baby still holding on to her hand, squealing happily with his throat without opening his mouth(i think it's a boy, correct me if im wrong). Grub flew over and landed on her shoulder, then roared, but being a small dragon, it wasn't very intimidating or loud. "And this is Grub, a titan Smothering Smokebreath just incase you didn't recognise him." Nihtclaw said, scratching him under his chin with the hand without the whispering death hanging on to it. Chopper suddenly was twirling up the back of Rue's whispering death(i'll call it Rue's death for now until my character learns of it's name because it's kinda long calling him that.). The two deaths started playing with eachother in a frenzied way. Nihtclaw laughed. They must be related. Grub gurgled and went to grab a turkey leg and chewed on it. Nihtclaw looked at Mariella. "I learned about you by a lone terror that dropped a poster about Earthguard." she explained. "And I beleive it was about time to join a clan anyways."
Rue felt relieved when she heard Mariella's next plans for the future weeks. That sounded great! No huge battle without being trained enough for. Especially looking for wounded dragons in the wild sounded like a good idea to her. That would be a risky adventure maybe but it also sounded fun if they'd do it all together. Smiling Rue watched as Herze claimed that she wanted to be an Earthguard member for sure. Only Rubinesse's fear of rushing into things held her back to assure her membership as well right away. She would wait for a little while before taking a final decision, but she felt pretty sure by now that she wanted to become a part of Earthguard definitely.
Rue was just about to take her plate and quickly go to the buffet when she heared Gothic clicking and rotating his teeth next to her. She looked up and saw another Whispering death coming slowly right towards them. He was only slightely taller than Gothic and they both looked at each other intensely. Uh oh... Rubinesse's muscels tensed and she prepared to intervene if there should be any trouble. Why were they acting that weird? There seemed to be no aggression, but Rue couldn't quite tell from their strange behavior. Gothic and the other Whisper were now standing opposite from each other, with some distance between them, sniffing and whirring their teeth. It looked like they were unsure somehow... It reminded Rue of the strange situation when two people met who have some connection but don't know each other yet. Only now that she started to speak, Rue noticed the girl, covered in white clothes and wearing a mask, that had appeared next to the other Whisper.
"The handsome purple Whisper belongs to my good friend, Rue." Rubinesse waved her hand and gave the masked girl half of a smile to let her know that she was "Rue". She didn't say anything and let Mar continue, thinking that the girl had just asked about Gothic because her Whispering death seemed to be interested in him and her real aim was to get to know more about Earthguard. Maybe they were getting a new member? One with a Whispering death? She repeated herself in her thoughts but What an extraordinary day for Gothic! First Rosemary, then Horrendous and now this strange adult Whisper. Rue sighed. She would go with another round of cheese and bread. Not that they weren't delicious, she just had loved to have some of the meat or fish that was left at the buffet. But instead she prefered staying at her seat and watching Gothic and the other dragon in case they would start trouble. They still held some distance and looked at each other awkwardly. But though they were excited, they seemed peaceful, so there was still a chance for Rue to concentrate on the conversation between Mariella und the new girl and mayybee she could get herself some food in a few minutes when everything was calm again...
((I hate to leave the RP for a few days... I hope I won't miss anything fun ;-) I'll read new posts when possible but I think it's better if I take a break because I'll be at my cousin's wedding who lives some hours away from me and after I return back home I'll have an exam. So I'm afraid I'll be gone until Wednesday. You may control Rue if she's needed (and if you do, let her get something from the buffet please :-D) Nihtclaw, if you want to create a conversation with her about our Whispering deaths, there should be enough info about Gothic and how she found him in my charakter form on the first page of the RP, so you can control Rue's answers.))
Sure, ill try in my next post.
((Don't worry about Eslig's house for the time being, I totally didn't pick up on the whole feast thing until after I wrote that))
By the time Eslig, Ambolt, and Septimus got to the School's Great Hall, the celebration was already in full-swing. Septimus's head sviveled back and forth as he tried to take in all the new sights, smells, and sounds at once. Eslig was amazed at the sheer variety and number of dragons that were there, and Ambolt craned his neck, presumably looking for Shadow. Eslig didn't see the purple Nadder, but he had no doubt that if Rose showed up, Ambolt would find his friend. Septimus was wriggling impatiently in Eslig's hands, so with a smile the boy set the tiny Nadder on the nearest table.
The smile vanished as Septimus took off along the table, racing towards a group of very thorny dragons at the far end. Whispering Deaths! thought Eslig, suddenly fearful for his small friend. They like being around others of their kind, but how would they react to an energetic Nadder crashing their party? Eslig dove along the table and grabbed Septimus with his good arm, preventing the baby dragon from running headlong into what looked like a very important Whispering Death meeting. But there were riders in that circle too, and Eslig breathed a sigh of relief as he recognized Herze's excited chatter, Brasa's blue hair, and Rue's easy laugh. It looked like Mariella was there too, and just as Eslig was about to join the conversation he overheard Mariella addressing a newcomer, a young rider wearing a mask and dressed in all white. "Were you interested in joining?"
Knowing that the question wasn't directed at him, Eslig still stopped in his tracks. He had never seriously thought about the question. He had showed up to the clan meeting uninvited, eaten their food, and left just after the battle was over. He got the feeling that he was welcome in Earthguard, but a chorus of 'What ifs' began to sing.
What if they had just tolerated him that day, and didn't want him in the clan? What if they secretly didn't like him? What if he and Ambolt never healed from their wounds, what then? What if there were entrance requirements? What if they asked about his past?
Overwhelmed by his thoughts, Eslig set Septimus down on the table again. The tiny Nadder squeaked and once again took off. Eslig watched in horror as the turquoise baby dragon ran right past a fully-grown Whsipering Death, who was fawning over a Screaming Death hatchling. The baby Nadder stopped right between the two dragons, all its attention foccused on the small wyrm. Completely oblivious to the mouthful of teeth whirring behind him, Septimus squeaked playfully at the Screaming Death and danced a few steps back and forth.
Nihtclaw looks at the girl who waved at me when Mariella that mentioned Rue. "Hey." I said to her.
I don't really know what to say really. Me going to stop the commenting since i just learned that it prevented editing, i'm sorry if i prevented anyone from editing. But here's my reaction: :P