Astrid ⟡ 001

[4everythingelse]

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

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[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 head, Astrid swung herself up astride the nadder's shoulders.

As they drew nearer, she saw that the movement was that of a young man, who didn't appear much older than she was. He appeared to be tossing something up in the air and then throwing knives at it. Target practice? Hm. Unfortunately, when Dot approached the boy curiously, sniffing the air, the boy backpedaled and gasped in alarm, startling the dragon. Dot extended her wings and snorted, and Astrid quickly ran her hand across the side of the reptile's neck to try and calm her down.

"It's okay," she said quickly to the boy, who was looking about three sheets toward panic. "She won't hurt you--you just startled her!"

Of course, it could have easily been argued that Dot had startled him first, but who was counting, right?

[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.

Scratching Öndótt's scales fondly and then turning to the boy, Astrid ventured a smile.

"She probably smelled the strawberries," she said, gesturing. "Nadders only eat chicken, so you don't have to worry about her trying to eat you or anything. But Öndótt likes sweets." Which had actually caught Astrid a bit off-guard. But the strawberries that grew briefly in the summer on the hillsides of Berk were intensely sweet, and it seemed that even dragons liked a treat now and then.

[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.