Astrid ⟡ 001
Who: 4everythingelse and anybody afoot
Where: The fields around Espoir, midday ish
Style: Third, preferably
Status: OPEN~
Astrid Hofferson didn't drink. Despite the fact that Gobber on more than one occasion had offered the children of Berk a celebratory mead after a hard day's work, she never imbibed. She had seen what the brew did to people--she had to punch Snotlout an average of three times more per hour when he'd had anything to drink, and she certainly didn't want to put herself in a position to say anything as stupid as he did. Of course, he said some pretty stupid things regardless, so she figured she was already ahead of the game, and it was best to stay there.
But when Astrid awakened to the gentle nudging of her dragon and discovered she was in the middle of a field instead of at home in her bed, and it was visibly the middle of the day instead of early morning when she usually woke up, she found herself wondering if someone hadn't slipped something into her buttermilk last night. Sitting upright, she put a hand on her dragon's snout and gave the creature a perplexed look.
"How did you get out of the paddock?" she asked, suddenly more concerned with the fact that her dragon could have been stolen than the fact that someone had potentially slipped her a mickey. The nadder chirped cheerfully at her, clicking its jaw and spreading its great golden wings. Grabbing the horn on the dragon's snout, Astrid pulled herself to her feet, grabbing her axe and sliding it into the belt at her hip. "Where are we?" she wondered aloud, and the nadder chirped again. She glanced at the dragon, then shielded her eyes from the sun and pointed. "It looks like there's a village over there," she said, though she wasn't sure why she was telling the dragon this.
The nadder dropped its head and picked something up in its beak, then nudged her arm. Turning, Astrid tilted her head and held out her hands, and the dragon dropped something into her upturned palms. It was small, smooth, a dark burnished pewter color, and had what appeared to be a smattering of tiny, square pebbles all over the front of it, with strange runes printed on each one. What in the world was this? Well, maybe she could ask someone at the village up ahead. Wherever she was, she wasn't going to get anything accomplished here in this field. She needed to get back home. So the first order of business was finding out where she was.
Sliding the silver runebox into the pouch at her hip and waving a hand for the dragon to follow, Astrid headed for the village.
Where: The fields around Espoir, midday ish
Style: Third, preferably
Status: OPEN~
Astrid Hofferson didn't drink. Despite the fact that Gobber on more than one occasion had offered the children of Berk a celebratory mead after a hard day's work, she never imbibed. She had seen what the brew did to people--she had to punch Snotlout an average of three times more per hour when he'd had anything to drink, and she certainly didn't want to put herself in a position to say anything as stupid as he did. Of course, he said some pretty stupid things regardless, so she figured she was already ahead of the game, and it was best to stay there.
But when Astrid awakened to the gentle nudging of her dragon and discovered she was in the middle of a field instead of at home in her bed, and it was visibly the middle of the day instead of early morning when she usually woke up, she found herself wondering if someone hadn't slipped something into her buttermilk last night. Sitting upright, she put a hand on her dragon's snout and gave the creature a perplexed look.
"How did you get out of the paddock?" she asked, suddenly more concerned with the fact that her dragon could have been stolen than the fact that someone had potentially slipped her a mickey. The nadder chirped cheerfully at her, clicking its jaw and spreading its great golden wings. Grabbing the horn on the dragon's snout, Astrid pulled herself to her feet, grabbing her axe and sliding it into the belt at her hip. "Where are we?" she wondered aloud, and the nadder chirped again. She glanced at the dragon, then shielded her eyes from the sun and pointed. "It looks like there's a village over there," she said, though she wasn't sure why she was telling the dragon this.
The nadder dropped its head and picked something up in its beak, then nudged her arm. Turning, Astrid tilted her head and held out her hands, and the dragon dropped something into her upturned palms. It was small, smooth, a dark burnished pewter color, and had what appeared to be a smattering of tiny, square pebbles all over the front of it, with strange runes printed on each one. What in the world was this? Well, maybe she could ask someone at the village up ahead. Wherever she was, she wasn't going to get anything accomplished here in this field. She needed to get back home. So the first order of business was finding out where she was.
Sliding the silver runebox into the pouch at her hip and waving a hand for the dragon to follow, Astrid headed for the village.