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Hmmmm. I suppose.
Uh... not really anything coming to mind.
Blizzard ear flaps perked up at the mention of racing because he had never before been allowed to participate in one of Berk’s games. He was required to have a rider- which he had always refused. However his excitement was pretty short lived when they mentioned such a sport had been cancelled on account of the weather. He tipped his head at Ava’s shortcomings, not seeing how this prevented her from rolling around in the snow with the others but she was still scratching his scales so he didn’t protest. It just felt so good.
Upon Ava’s mention of dragons the others had called theirs with varying whistles, Blizzard flatting his ears at the sound and baring his teeth. The teens only regarded him with wary amusement- his reaction not uncommon for him. When the four dragons accumulated upon the group they were as vastly different as the teens were to one another. “This is my hobblegrunt” Mag introduced, hugging the creature around the long neck “Specks.” She probably would have trailed off into stats if allowed but the others were already showing off their dragons as well.
“My changewing, Saber” Darby gestured as the dragon rapidly changed colors.
Arvid perhaps had the largest dragon and blurted proudly “my typhoomerang! Cracklingboom!” Which was perhaps a name long enough to match its size.
Calder had one of the most common dragons in this region “Bluebell.” He rubbed near the nadder’s horn as it trilled with pleasure “a nadder.”
Upon Ava’s mention of dragons the others had called theirs with varying whistles, Blizzard flatting his ears at the sound and baring his teeth. The teens only regarded him with wary amusement- his reaction not uncommon for him. When the four dragons accumulated upon the group they were as vastly different as the teens were to one another. “This is my hobblegrunt” Mag introduced, hugging the creature around the long neck “Specks.” She probably would have trailed off into stats if allowed but the others were already showing off their dragons as well.
“My changewing, Saber” Darby gestured as the dragon rapidly changed colors.
Arvid perhaps had the largest dragon and blurted proudly “my typhoomerang! Cracklingboom!” Which was perhaps a name long enough to match its size.
Calder had one of the most common dragons in this region “Bluebell.” He rubbed near the nadder’s horn as it trilled with pleasure “a nadder.”
At best they looked skeptical about her description of Blizzard. Perhaps because each of them had been flung aside by him while trying to get on his back in the years after she disappeared. He no longer had much patience for them. And right now he made it clear who he liked most for a rider by rubbing against Ava and purring at her affectionate touches in turn. The teens did not seem overly affected by this show though- aside from mild surprise and when faced with this next question Darby blurted: “dragon racing!”
“A sport in which teams compete on dragon back to collect the most sheep into their basket. Each sheep counts for one point except the black sheep-” Mag started and Arvid finished.
“Which is worth way more!”
“But this winter has been so bad as to postpone the games.” Calder added with a frown.
“We also like to throw rocks at each other.” Arvid offered as an alternative. Demonstrating by lugging a chunk of ice at Darby who retaliated by tackling and grinding his face into the snow.
“A sport in which teams compete on dragon back to collect the most sheep into their basket. Each sheep counts for one point except the black sheep-” Mag started and Arvid finished.
“Which is worth way more!”
“But this winter has been so bad as to postpone the games.” Calder added with a frown.
“We also like to throw rocks at each other.” Arvid offered as an alternative. Demonstrating by lugging a chunk of ice at Darby who retaliated by tackling and grinding his face into the snow.
What had he done to justify her leaving the house so suddenly? He removed his clothes in her absence and slunk out into the snowy day to follow her as a dragon once more. As clueless as she was of her old life- he worried she might get into some sort of trouble. Mostly he watched her bond with the countless dragons though, at least until she ran into some humans instead. He dropped down from the rooftops and watched from a distance until she had taken notice of him, gesturing his way. He dipped his body closer to the snowy bank and creped over.
“I’m Calder” the boy introduced, leaving off surnames for the sake of not over complicating things. “That’s Darby.” He said with a gesture towards the girl with more muscle than fat and then onward to the other boy “that’s Arvid and the girl with way too many questions… that’s Maginhild.”
“You can just call me Mag.” The girl imputed. “We use to play together before you disappeared.”
“Boy, you’ve really shaped up since we last saw you. You actually look like a girl.” Arvid said with some pride for noticing but Blizzard emerged from the white snow like a specter. Spreading his wings and leering over the boy. The moment Arvid noticed he stumbled over himself, falling in the powder. “Son of Loki! Don’t do that!”
Blizzard pushed shamelessly between them, rubbing his snout against Ava as Darby muttered “that’s got to be Ava. That dumb lizard never treats any of us like that.”
“I’m Calder” the boy introduced, leaving off surnames for the sake of not over complicating things. “That’s Darby.” He said with a gesture towards the girl with more muscle than fat and then onward to the other boy “that’s Arvid and the girl with way too many questions… that’s Maginhild.”
“You can just call me Mag.” The girl imputed. “We use to play together before you disappeared.”
“Boy, you’ve really shaped up since we last saw you. You actually look like a girl.” Arvid said with some pride for noticing but Blizzard emerged from the white snow like a specter. Spreading his wings and leering over the boy. The moment Arvid noticed he stumbled over himself, falling in the powder. “Son of Loki! Don’t do that!”
Blizzard pushed shamelessly between them, rubbing his snout against Ava as Darby muttered “that’s got to be Ava. That dumb lizard never treats any of us like that.”
How exciting ^^
Like a pack of wolves the teens flanked her upon catching glimpse of her appearance and there was a flurry of questions from one girl who seemed to be of the average build around here- face rounded with fat and her nose a small button. “Are you the chief’s daughter? Where have you been all this time? Did you find any new dragons? Plants? Cultures?!” It was a verbal onslaught that was halted when air seemed to become scarce to her, for in her excitement she had forgotten to take more than a single breath. No one had attempted to cut in on her speech and now there was room to talk again for the others that still remained silent-
“You’re… Ava?” It seemed to be part question but mostly certainty, how could there be any doubt when she looked so much like Hiccup. For him it was a bit shocking to see her because he, as the sensible would, figured her dead. His mother would not say as much to the chief but he knew she thought it too. That is why she had suggested to Hiccup that should Ava not come back or be found than he, himself, would be named the new heir. This was because he was son of Astrid who was a valued warrior and a trusted advisor. He did not take after either one of his parents more than the other in appearance. He had his mother’s hair color and his father’s build.
To his right a girl spluttered in surprise “you’re alive!”
“Duh.” A different teen supplied before pausing uncertainly “you are alive, right?”
“You’re… Ava?” It seemed to be part question but mostly certainty, how could there be any doubt when she looked so much like Hiccup. For him it was a bit shocking to see her because he, as the sensible would, figured her dead. His mother would not say as much to the chief but he knew she thought it too. That is why she had suggested to Hiccup that should Ava not come back or be found than he, himself, would be named the new heir. This was because he was son of Astrid who was a valued warrior and a trusted advisor. He did not take after either one of his parents more than the other in appearance. He had his mother’s hair color and his father’s build.
To his right a girl spluttered in surprise “you’re alive!”
“Duh.” A different teen supplied before pausing uncertainly “you are alive, right?”
That's way too much work -_-
Sure, why not...
What are their names?
What are their names?
Your internet quit on you?
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