Astrid ⟡ 001

[4everythingelse]

Who: 4everythingelse and anybody afoot
Where: The fields around Espoir, midday ish
Style: Third, preferably
Status: OPEN~

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[1blackcat]

Somarium, by all indications that Omi could see, was not nearly the sort of dangerous city Tokyo had been. He followed the news, watched for signs of distress, but so far things had only reached levels of bizarre and frightening. Death was rare, and murder rarer still.

Even so, Omi didn't think it smart to let his physical condition drop, nor to let his skills become rusty. One never knew when they might be needed. He kept up his habit of jogging every morning. He did a light weight-lifting session at the gym twice a week. And out in Espoir's fields, away from most residents' eyes, he practiced keeping his aim sharp. He picked up a strawberry from the bucket of them by his feet and tossed it. The exercise was to then fling a dart at it, but movement out of the corner of his eye distracted him, and the strawberry hit the ground without ever facing the threat of a midair skewering.

He barely even registered the girl. He backed two steps away from the creature with her, expression bordering on panic.

"W-w... wh... What is that?!"

[4everythingelse]

[Assuming this happens after she's had things explained to her somewhat, to minimize repetition of Game Premise. XD]

Astrid had found out very quickly that her dragon was a picky eater. She had heard that Deadly Nadders ate only chicken, and that other livestock would actually make them sick, but she hadn't expected it to be quite so true to the letter. Of course, there never seemed to be a shortage of chickens in Berk, but she was admittedly starting to wonder about this place. If she couldn't find any chickens for Dot, the dragon would starve, and that just wasn't an option. And so when Dot lifted her head sharply and trilled, the way she did when she was stalking food, Astrid peered around curiously.

She hadn't heard any chickens. That was when she noticed that they weren't so alone in the field. Off in a far corner she could see movement, and no sooner had she noted that there was a person there had Dot started to lumber in that direction. Quickly darting after the dragon and grabbing one of the spikes on the side of her

[1blackcat]

[No problem! Sounds good.]

It's okay, she says. Okay. Right. Omi spent a good few seconds unable to look anywhere but right in the dragon's eyes before flickering his gaze gradually from the dragon to the girl riding it.

His posture relaxed only slightly.

"What is she? Where did you find her...?"

And how did you ever get on her back to ride her without your leg being bitten off?

[4everythingelse]

"She's a dragon," Astrid replied, sliding down from Dot's neck and dropping lightly to the ground. "They're all over where--" She paused. 'Where I come from,' just sounded so weird. "Back home," she amended. "Her name is Öndótt; she's actually pretty friendly." Astrid supposed that if you weren't used to dragons, however, she was probably pretty scary. Drizzt hadn't seemed too terribly fazed, but the pretty lady in the brown wispy dress had looked quite alarmed. She was still trying to wrap her brain around the idea that the people in this place came from all different places

[1blackcat]

A dragon. That was what it looked like, all right. It was just hard to believe his eyes. But the girl seemed to have a friendly relationship with her. Riding her, scratching her scales, it was like the dragon was just a scaly, winged horse.

He glanced down at the bucket of strawberries, then flashed a helpless sort of smile at the girl. "She's welcome to as many as she likes."

He slid the dart he'd been holding discreetly out of sight into the hidden case around his waist.