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]

"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.