Tyra sat on the on the grassy edge, dangling her feet off of the ledge of the cliff. She was working on the bow. It wasn't strung yet, just doing some decorative work on it right now. She saw some carvings on some on a trader's boat that she fell in love with, and she was doing her best on copying the work. Where were they from again? Tyra shrugged off, not remembering. She slid her knife through the hard, but flexible wood, finishing the last swipe. Now the fun part. She pulled the string out of her bag, holding the bow with her feet. Tyra pulled on the tough string until she was shoved, sending the string flying into the ocean. grumbling, Tyra turned toward Dreamcast.
"Seriously!?"
The young dragon pouted, giving her the big eyed look she always fell for. Sighing, the patted the stormcutter's flat snout. "it's okay, I'll get a new string."

Cuyler was riding Dayla at the ocean taking a break from hunting. As soon as he closed his eyes and was fully relaxed he got hit in the face by something. Screaming like a girl he fell off the deadly nadder and fell into the ocean. Dayla startled by the screaming flew into a pillar and fell into the ocean also. Both swam to the nearby shore and coughed up sea water. "Never tell anyone I screamed like that," He said turning red. Dayla tilted her head and gave a dragon smile while wagging her tail and butt.

"Where are you, you big oaf!!" Bodil had woken up to find Smite had drooled a hole in the top of her helmet. The brute had ran away and hidden himself outside the hut. Bodil marched outside with her helmet." How dare you run from me you coward!" He showed himself and snorted in a spiteful manner as he crawled back to the ground. She grinned and shouted "Well come on then, let's settle this!" Bodil dropped the helmet and lunged at him. They wrestled, sending baskets and chickens everywhere and knocking people over. "You'll have to do better than that!" SHe had Smite in a head lock, but he just wouldn't quit.

The storm clouds enclosed the duo, it getting more furious each moment. The two were in sync, feeling exactly what the other one was.

"Relax Storm, he didn't mean it. He's just mad, you know how he gets when he's mad, especially about, 'family honor'"

Storm raised an eye at his rider, both of them knowing that his father did, in fact mean it, every, single, word. Storm grunted, not excepting his riders lie. They were to in sync to not tell a lie. As they rode the storm clouds lightened up, with Storm coming to his senses.

Earlier that day, his father scolded him for saying that there's 'More Out There' even though there was. Now his father had grown from an adventurous Ranger, to an uptight, self centered, rich, old man. He had wanted to uphold his family legacy of class, and Welty, and disagreed with his sons opinion, jut like he reed with all of them, because, of course, only his mattered.

"Look, I think that's Tura right there. Let's stop by to say high, shall we?"

Cal and Storm swooped down and landed with a soft, thud, about twenty feet from Tyra. He noticed her bow did not have string. Her bow was, truly, beautiful, with insignias carved all over, running from tip, to tip.

"Outta string, I have some spares if you need."

@2b3heart A little overboard for free. Sorry bout that! Getting used to the change from casual.

Cuyler got up to see what attacked his face was a bow string. And this I screamed like a girl over? He shook his head and laughed. "Hey girl want to do some tracking," he asked Dayla who tilted her head. He climbed back on her and put the string near her face. "Track." Dayla flapped her wings and was air born again. Focusing on the scent she flew in and landed not that far from Cal and Tyra. Pointing with her tail Cuyler figured out who the person was that gave him a near heart attack. "I believe you dropped this miss," he said politely bowing while holding out the string.

Tyra smiled at Cal, almost accepting the offer. But then Cuyler came along with her original bow string. Standing up, she took the strong. "Thank you! Both of you saved me a trip for a new one." She put the string in her pocket. She'll do that later.

Dreamcast ran over to Storm and Dayla, greeting them with a soft growl. Her tail wagged in excitement and tried to initiate playtime with the two, circling around them, flapping her top set of wings.

Tyra rolled her eyes at the stormcutter, leaning against her bow. "So what have you two been up to?"

"Trouble with my dad again. He almost caused another thunderstorm because of it. He's gotta temper." Cal jerked a thumb towards Storm, who noticed the accusation, and looked down, but then went back to playing with the others.

Cal stepped more towards the edge of the cliff, and felt the breeze. He let it run through him, and he smiled, not just with his mouth, but with his eyes. "I know there's more out there. Away from Berk. More dragons, more places to explore, we just have to be willing to explore it." When the breeze was gone, Cal sat back down on a rock, and waited for the others response.

"I was attacked by your string when I was taking a break," Cuyler told Tyra bluntly, "You trying to kill me early with a heart attack?"

He turned to Cal who was talking to them both and raised a brow, "Yeah, we know there is more out there. Are we truly prepared though to leave this all behind and venture forth though?"

Cuyler turned to Dayla who stumbled on her bad leg while playing with the other two dragons. Sighing he wasn't sure if he was ready to take Dayla out farther then what she knew even though she tries to go out a lot father then she used to.

Tyra smiled at the idea of an adventure. Daring escapes and possible treasures. Majestic dragons and amazing sights. It sounded amazing. She looked at her two friends. "Hey! Just imagine it: Taming dragons and exploring new worlds. We might be able to make our own tribe on our very own island!" Tyra walked to the edge of the cliff and through her hands into the air, feeling the ocean breeze flow through her fingers.

Cal caught another breeze before responding. "That's exactly what I want to do, Tyra. It's just hard, with my father and all." Cal walked back to the cliff next to Tyra, looking at the place he hoped to the explore. His eyes followed the vast ocean, as far as he could see, before it disappeared into the horizon. There was more, so much more, and he was so close.

"I'm prepared. But the real question you should be asking is, are you?" He would go on an adventure anytime, it's just he couldn't, with his father, and- but, if his father didn't know, he couldn't do anything about it. They wouldn't know where they went, or where they were planning to go.

"What if we did it today? No one would be able to stop us, because it's unexpected. My dad is gone on a hunting trip, so I'm free to get supplies from my house. What do you guys say?" It was abrupt, out of the blue, he knew that, but it was something.

Cuyler smiled at Cul, "Oh I am ready. We would need to pack a lot of extra string for bows though. Just need to grab some spare clothes and I am set." Culyer was excited now, starting a new life somewhere else and walked to edge of the cliff to join the others.

Tyra smirked, crossed her arms. She turned around to face the two and gave them a thumbs up. "Let's do this! Dreamcast and carrying a bunch of stuff we need, like tools, seeds, food, hide, wool, stuff like that." Tyra placed her bow on her back.

Cal was shocked. He didn't actually expect them to say yes, when he asked them on the spot, but he was excited! "That's great! I need to head to the house to get my bow, arrows, and clothes, and I'll be back! C'mon Storm!" Storm got in position for Cal to climb on, and then took off.

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He quickly grabbed his bow, and fifteen of his arrows, with obsidian arrowheads, and put him in his quiver. He then went to his room, and grabbed three other sets of clothes, and made his way. When he returned, they were still there. "Alright, I'm ready."

Tyra called Dreamcast over and hopped on her saddle. Dreamcast took off to the sky in great haste, easily achieved by her massive four wings. Tyra admired Stormcutters for their intelligence and agility. The dragon coasted down to Tyra's house, landing on top of the house. Tyra held onto one of Dreamcast's wing hook and the dragon lowered her to the ground. She ran inside to pack.

Over by the forge Runa was currently working on a sword she was requested to make for another, hammering away at the red hot steel of the new blade before dousing it in cool water, her helmet hanging up to the side and her long hair messily tied back into a pony tail, with dark bags under her eyes showing that she had been working for longer than she should.
She often liked to work like this on her weapons, preferring to just go at them without stopping or pausing, for she feels that if she took a break she would lose her spark or inspiration if she stopped for more than a few minutes. While putting the blade back into the oven to heat it up again Runa wiped her forehead with a rag and stepped outside while waiting, looking around she noticed that her dragon wasn't in site, she didn't panic though as he often liked to go out on his own when she was working, catching his own fish since the fish supplied in the village wasn't up to his standards.
"Just as long as he doesn't case another uproar with another dragon, so many times as he gotten himself into trouble cause of his stubbornness" she spoke quietly to herself then sighed and shook her head, before returning to the forge and pulling the blade from the oven to hammer it into shape again, so that she can then take it over to the grind wheel. On the table not far from the grinder sat the hilt of the blade, a rather intricate and unique designed grip with a pommel waiting to be attached, Runa enjoyed making all of her designs unique so that she could recognise then outside of work.

Cuyler flew home super fast with Dayla and packed some clothes. Dayla grabbed a stick for safe keeping and made Cuyler laugh. "There will probably bigger sticks than those where we are headed girl." Dayla didn't drop the stick even when they landed at Tyra's house.

"Woohooo!!!"

Sylvi exclaimed in joy while she rode on Dash's back as he speed through the forest, Dash let out a short screech of enjoyment as he ran as fast as he could, speeding past the tree's just barely evading them with practiced precision. Sylvi wore a large smile as she leaned left and right with Dash as they ran, up ahead Sylvi spotted a cliff, she could see another cliff opposite to it, she put on a confident grin as she looked to Dash, he turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of Sylvi's eye's.

"lets do it!"

With a quick nod from Dash they sped ahead towards the cliff, Sylvi held on tight to Dash as they got closer to the dead end. Just as they were about to go over the end Dash's left foot pushed off from the cliff edge with all his might making them airborne,

"yeah! hahahaha!"

Sylvi exclaimed as she watched themselves fly through the air, the other cliff was closing in as they began to descend, Sylvi held on as Dash landed, then they were quickly speeding off again through the forest.

"I knew you could do it! that's a new record, great job Dash"

Sylvi said as she hugged Dash, he looked back to her as he slowed down a little, letting out chirping sound of agreement. Sylvi smiled as she stopped hugging Dash.

"alright, lets head home"

She said as she looked towards the village in the distance, Dash wasted no time in sprinting towards it. Just minutes later and they had reached the Village, Dash slowed down considerably as to not run people over as he quickly walked down the paths towards the forge where he thought Sylvi's sister Runa would be. When he got to the forge he brought himself to a stop as looked back to Sylvi, she smiled at him and dismounted him, landing on the ground with a soft thud before she walked up to Dash to give him a hug, which made him emit a faint purring sound.

As Sylvi entered the Forge Dash shook his head slightly before he set his sights on a barrel outside the forge filled with freshwater, he walked up to the barrel and drank from it for a few seconds before he rested on the ground outside the forge for Sylvi.

"Runa, are you here?"

Sylvi called out for her sister.

"me and Dash just got back from a run"

She said as she walked around the building looking for Runa, almost accidentally knocking over a shelf of swords, she let out a sigh of relief before she resumed her search.

Runa had finally finished the hilt of the blade, thankful for not being disturbed so that she could properly concentrate, carving and embedding delicate little designs into the grip's leather was hard enough, the pommel of the hilt was proving even more difficult to attach to the rest of the hilt. However after all that she was At last done and now could attach the hilt to the blade, the easiest part of making any type of sword or dagger she found but still require a little bit of work, and of course after she tested it out there was still the scabbard she had to make, to protect the blade.
After a while longer at the forge she had put the sword all together, holding it up high so that the blade caught the light and shone, she polished it so finally one could see their nearly reflection in the metal.
"Right now that this is all done, I just need it, can give away a sword if the balance is off or the grip isn't right" she spoke to herself like she often did "Then I might go to bed after this, I think I was up all night again, didn't even realise that the sun was up" She laughed as she headed out to the back, where a straw dummy sat.

While she was testing the blade Runa heard the familiar voice of her sister, without hesitation from her sword practice she called out in response to her younger sibling.
"I'm out the back! just testing my new design before handing it off to it's owner. perfect timing really I just finished it" she stopped hacking at the dummy, spinning the sword in her hands before resting it over her shoulder. Runa turned to face her sister with a tired grin, proud of her work "What do you think?" She asked holding out the blade for Sylvi to see "I just need to make the scabbard for it, and it's all done"

Tyra looked at the two adventurers in front of her. Smiling, her put her hands on her hips. "Are we all ready to go? Everyone have clothes and food?" Dreamcast walked over to her and nudged her rider, excited. "Well, Dreamcast is ready to go."

Sylvi walked to the back of the forge while listening to her sister, a faint smile on her as she spotted her sister hacking away at a training dummy, as Runa asked Sylvi about her opinion of the finely crafted weapon she looked it over, admiring the craftsmanship.

"Runa, you're the best blade smith I know, what do you think I think?"

Sylvi said with a happy smile, before a faint grin grew on her. Sylvi looked at the blade, a expression of worry on her as she tilted her head as if she was trying to get a better view of something.

"Runa... I... I think there's a chip in the blade there..."

Sylvi said as she pointed to a spot on the blade near the tip, of course the blade had no actual imperfections that Sylvi could point out, but every now and then she liked to poke fun at her sister, even if bugged her a little.

Outside the forge Dash walked up to an opened window and looked through to Sylvi and Runa, he tilted his head slightly as he watched the two.

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