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[[ooc; Optional Effects of this dream include but are not limited to: pretty much, should you choose to have your character feel the effects of this dream, they'll feel like they're flying. Wind, periodic drops, turbulence as it were... the whole nine yards. Except this isn't like a plane. You are flying. It's a good thing. Emotional repercussions, if any, include an extreme happiness bordered by a sort of remorseful longing for something you can't have and aren't entirely certain you want, anymore. Hush, dragons can have angst, too.
Also Toothless can't use his Dreamberry for crap, so apart from vague nonspeaking grunts via video or audio, unless you wanna have your character trek over to wherever Toothless lives (I'm not even entirely sure where this is, mind, wherever Hiccup stays) then idk. :|b I have to go and make things difficult, rofl.]]
Although for Toothless, flight had not been a natural ability for some time now. He had lost half of the leathery wing flap in an accident where a certain scrawny nerd of a Viking had shot him out of the sky. Nowadays, the Night Fury was happiest when he was able to curl up at the foot of that scrawny nerd of a Viking's bed at night, but there was still... something missing.
Until right then, he hadn't ever quite pinpointed what it was.
But he was flying again. Right then, he was flying. There was no weight on his shoulders of a slender human boy, no leather pressing against his scales, bound to him by tiny metal clasps. There was no prosthetic attached to his tail-- he was whole, and he was flying. And he could do it all on his own.
And even though he likely wouldn't have traded Hiccup's friendship for the world, right then, Toothless thought he had never been happier.
Also Toothless can't use his Dreamberry for crap, so apart from vague nonspeaking grunts via video or audio, unless you wanna have your character trek over to wherever Toothless lives (I'm not even entirely sure where this is, mind, wherever Hiccup stays) then idk. :|b I have to go and make things difficult, rofl.]]
Although for Toothless, flight had not been a natural ability for some time now. He had lost half of the leathery wing flap in an accident where a certain scrawny nerd of a Viking had shot him out of the sky. Nowadays, the Night Fury was happiest when he was able to curl up at the foot of that scrawny nerd of a Viking's bed at night, but there was still... something missing.
Until right then, he hadn't ever quite pinpointed what it was.
But he was flying again. Right then, he was flying. There was no weight on his shoulders of a slender human boy, no leather pressing against his scales, bound to him by tiny metal clasps. There was no prosthetic attached to his tail-- he was whole, and he was flying. And he could do it all on his own.
And even though he likely wouldn't have traded Hiccup's friendship for the world, right then, Toothless thought he had never been happier.