Oh God sorry tl;dr. sob.hunterinsideSeptember 13 2010, 23:23:43 UTC
Drizzt had been out for quite some time already, having left his quaint little cottage in the village to go hunting in the woods. Guenhwyvar, his beast of a pet panther joining him and carrying back what she could of their would-be dinner. Just as they returned, he spotted the dragon first, then the girl beside it. Drizzt had seen dragons before, but none so willing to follow a little girl around a field. So he watched from a distance, finally orderng Guenhwyvar to go and take everything inside, then waiting for her to return so they could pursue the girl and her ...pet
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:D dude teal is my favorite color, go for it.4everythingelseSeptember 13 2010, 23:55:13 UTC
Pleased when she saw a figure emerge from the edge of the village, Astrid straightened her posture a bit. She could tell she wasn't near Berk anymore, because there didn't appear to be any mountains or snow or ocean in the immediate vicinity, which meant that whoever this person was, they might not be used to seeing a dragon walking about. But the figure didn't seem threatening, and hadn't drawn any weaponry as they approached, so she had to assume they weren't aggressive.
Of course, that was before she realized that there was a giant creature walking alongside the figure. Oh! ... Well, maybe dragons weren't so unusual a sight in this village after all, though this creature appeared to be some kind of cat. It was far too large and completely the wrong color to have been a lynx, but it was a stunning creature all the same, even if she didn't know what it was
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Really? Mine too. WE HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON. hunterinsideSeptember 14 2010, 00:11:40 UTC
That was a look he was use to by now. The surprise on her face almost didn't phase him. Minus the small inward wince he made, knowing that she had been taken aback by his appearance. He motioned for his own animal companion to stay where she was, the panther promptly sitting down and waiting as Drizzt drew closer to the girl to continue their conversation properly. He smiled warmly at her, accenting the fact that he had no intention of being aggressive. Despite how he looked, and despite what he was. She didn't need to know the details right now
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"Somarium?" Well that was an odd name for a village. But when the blue man continued, Astrid found herself completely and totally baffled. A dream world? "Wh... what do you mean a dream world?" she asked. "Am I asleep? Are we dreaming right now?" This was all a little too strange to try and comprehend all at once.
She shook her head quickly then. Oh! Right, introductions. Vikings were usually more renowned for their brutish nature than their congeniality, but there was really no excuse for being rude when a stranger was obviously trying to help.
"Astrid," she said, extending a hand to shake in greeting. "Astrid Hofferson." She made a bit of a face. "And I guess it's less frightening and more just strange. I mean, I've dealt with some scary things before..." Like taking on a dragon the size of a fleet of longboats. "But I'm not completely alone," she added, smiling a bit as she watched the man's eyes flick to the nadder and then back. Gesturing, she said, "This is Öndótt. Usually just Dot. She's a Deadly Nadder,
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"I don't know, myself. People here seem to have different theories. I believe it may just be an alternate world, different from yours or mine. But I do not know as of yet. That is what most of use are trying to figure out." aside from trying to get home, but that wasn't his issue here. For now this would suffice as his home
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Öndótt regarded this new person carefully a moment. Now that the vikings weren't trying to destroy them for attacking their village anymore, many of the dragons had become quite tame, and enjoyed spending time with people, but they still tended to be wary of new faces. Öndótt had learned quickly that Astrid was her human, and had wasted no time growing protective of her, but this man with his cloak and dark skin seemed friendly, and Astrid appeared to be at ease. A friend of Astrid's was a friend of Öndótt's, and so the dragon ducked her head a bit to allow for Drizzt to stroke her scales.
"Thank you. She knows it, too," Astrid chuckled when he complimented the nadder. "And she makes quick work of making sure everyone else knows it
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Pleased, the Drow stroked his hand along the creature's scales, still marveling at how tame and gentle she seemed. Obviously protective of her master, and rightfully so. Even if the girl seemed like she wouldn't need much protecting on her own. She reminded him of Cattie-Brie in a way, being so accepting even after that first bit of hesitation. It was always something he welcomed
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Astrid wasn't really much for consoling--she would have rather had the truth than something sugar-coated to save feelings, anyway. Even if Drizzt didn't think he was doing a very good job with this, Astrid appreciated his frankness. She wasn't so sure she liked the idea of all this spontaneous coming and going, though. Was there no way to predict something like this? She surely hadn't had any idea last night that when she woke up she would be in this place, so she supposed maybe it was true.
With a soft sigh, Astrid started to tell Drizzt Hiccup's name, and then stopped, gawping at the device in the man's hands.
"The runebox?" she asked, and dug into the pouch at her hip. "You know how to work it? What does it do?" She held the runebox in both her hands, frowning at it before meeting Drizzt's eye again. "I've never seen anything like it!"
He was good at being blunt, as much as he would have loved to say otherwise. At least she didn't really NEED consoling, but the day would come when someone would. Anyway, the main point being that ma--What did she just call it? A runebox? Wow, for some reason he thought that was adorable. Probably because he thought nearly the same thing when he first saw it.
"For the most part." he didn't know everything, but he knew what he needed to by now. How to call someone, or find their name on the contact list. Video calls, the basics that Malik had been kind enough to inform him about.
"Neither have I before I came here, actually. But." He moved closer so they could both look at the screen while he pressed the buttons, "It's some sort of communication device. You can speak with others that have one as well. It also..." he didn't like this part, "Can record your dreams."
Astrid blinked at him, startled. "It... it can record dreams?" She shook her head. "How is that even possible? Sometimes I don't even remember my dreams."
She prodded some of the buttons on the runebox, watching with controlled delight as the square screen at the top lit up and showed her a menu of options. She'd never heard of such things! 'Documents', one said. Well, that one sounded kind of important. Fiddling with the device a moment, she found a pebble with an arrow on it that would allow her to move the words on the little lighted box. The records in the village archives never had so much in-depth information! Why, even the dragon-training textbooks didn't seem quite this thorough!
A bit enthralled (Astrid did so love learning new things, even if she rarely admitted to such scholastic goals), she skimmed through a few pages of information, then looked back up at Drizzt.
"Thank you," she said, venturing a smile. "I don't think I would have known what to do with this thing. Maybe if I read everything carefully, I
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"I don't know, but it records them ...and everyone else can see them." He didn't like that part. In fact he didn't like any of it. He hated his dreams, and he knew they would be nothing but nightmares. As they always had been. Nightmares and visions of things he would never want anyone to see
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"Everyone can see them??" Astrid looked significantly more horrified by this than by anything else that she had been told thus far. She didn't want anybody seeing her dreams! Sure, a good percentage of her dreams involved her having her own island and being chief of her own clan and being the strongest viking that ever lived, but that wasn't anybody's business!
Tugged from her mortification by Drizzt's voice, she looked back up at him, then shook her head.
"I haven't even..." She paused. A place to stay? She... was really stuck here, wasn't she? Blowing a sigh up through her bangs, she slid the runebox back into her pouch and folded her arms. "I'll keep that in mind," she said; "thank you." She furrowed her brow. "How would one go about finding a place to stay, anyway?" She'd never had to do anything quite like this before.
"It seems so." he didn't like it either, Astrid, but you'll have to deal with it. At least her dreams were likely to be far better than his.
He frowned a bit. He knew it must be hard to be thrown into a different world like this without much warning. but he couldn't do much else but offer what he could. "I just took the closest open cottage. If there is no one living there, you're free to take it as your own. It's...odd, but it seems to work for everyone else." and it worked for him.
"That's allowed?" She wasn't so sure she understood how that worked--she could just take an open cottage? "This place is kind of strange, but I guess that's easier than trying to build my own cottage."
It wasn't like Vikings needed to get permits or zoning to build their cottages, they didn't need electricity or gas lines or anything like that, but Astrid had at least been expecting to have to build her own house or something. This at least made it easier--she didn't think she was a very good carpenter.
She gave Drizzt a small smile.
"Thanks for your help," she said. "I'm sure I'll find something. And... I guess maybe I'll see you around, huh?" At least it seemed she'd successfully made a good ally--even if she didn't really know what was going on, it was always easier when you had a few good people you could turn to when you needed advice.
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Of course, that was before she realized that there was a giant creature walking alongside the figure. Oh! ... Well, maybe dragons weren't so unusual a sight in this village after all, though this creature appeared to be some kind of cat. It was far too large and completely the wrong color to have been a lynx, but it was a stunning creature all the same, even if she didn't know what it was ( ... )
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She shook her head quickly then. Oh! Right, introductions. Vikings were usually more renowned for their brutish nature than their congeniality, but there was really no excuse for being rude when a stranger was obviously trying to help.
"Astrid," she said, extending a hand to shake in greeting. "Astrid Hofferson." She made a bit of a face. "And I guess it's less frightening and more just strange. I mean, I've dealt with some scary things before..." Like taking on a dragon the size of a fleet of longboats. "But I'm not completely alone," she added, smiling a bit as she watched the man's eyes flick to the nadder and then back. Gesturing, she said, "This is Öndótt. Usually just Dot. She's a Deadly Nadder, ( ... )
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"Thank you. She knows it, too," Astrid chuckled when he complimented the nadder. "And she makes quick work of making sure everyone else knows it ( ... )
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With a soft sigh, Astrid started to tell Drizzt Hiccup's name, and then stopped, gawping at the device in the man's hands.
"The runebox?" she asked, and dug into the pouch at her hip. "You know how to work it? What does it do?" She held the runebox in both her hands, frowning at it before meeting Drizzt's eye again. "I've never seen anything like it!"
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"For the most part." he didn't know everything, but he knew what he needed to by now. How to call someone, or find their name on the contact list. Video calls, the basics that Malik had been kind enough to inform him about.
"Neither have I before I came here, actually. But." He moved closer so they could both look at the screen while he pressed the buttons, "It's some sort of communication device. You can speak with others that have one as well. It also..." he didn't like this part, "Can record your dreams."
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She prodded some of the buttons on the runebox, watching with controlled delight as the square screen at the top lit up and showed her a menu of options. She'd never heard of such things! 'Documents', one said. Well, that one sounded kind of important. Fiddling with the device a moment, she found a pebble with an arrow on it that would allow her to move the words on the little lighted box. The records in the village archives never had so much in-depth information! Why, even the dragon-training textbooks didn't seem quite this thorough!
A bit enthralled (Astrid did so love learning new things, even if she rarely admitted to such scholastic goals), she skimmed through a few pages of information, then looked back up at Drizzt.
"Thank you," she said, venturing a smile. "I don't think I would have known what to do with this thing. Maybe if I read everything carefully, I ( ... )
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Tugged from her mortification by Drizzt's voice, she looked back up at him, then shook her head.
"I haven't even..." She paused. A place to stay? She... was really stuck here, wasn't she? Blowing a sigh up through her bangs, she slid the runebox back into her pouch and folded her arms. "I'll keep that in mind," she said; "thank you." She furrowed her brow. "How would one go about finding a place to stay, anyway?" She'd never had to do anything quite like this before.
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He frowned a bit. He knew it must be hard to be thrown into a different world like this without much warning. but he couldn't do much else but offer what he could. "I just took the closest open cottage. If there is no one living there, you're free to take it as your own. It's...odd, but it seems to work for everyone else." and it worked for him.
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It wasn't like Vikings needed to get permits or zoning to build their cottages, they didn't need electricity or gas lines or anything like that, but Astrid had at least been expecting to have to build her own house or something. This at least made it easier--she didn't think she was a very good carpenter.
She gave Drizzt a small smile.
"Thanks for your help," she said. "I'm sure I'll find something. And... I guess maybe I'll see you around, huh?" At least it seemed she'd successfully made a good ally--even if she didn't really know what was going on, it was always easier when you had a few good people you could turn to when you needed advice.
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