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[less_teeth]

WHO: Toothless (less_teeth )
WHAT: Dragons on Rivelata? I think so.
WHERE: Dock/Beach
WHEN: Saturday Morning/Afternoon

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[girlyboywonder]

No way. Really. There was just no chance that thing was really -- Carrie had known Rivelata was strange, sure. Knew that much right away. But a dragon?

She had to get in a little closer.

It'd started as just a walk to the beach (civvies, of course, nighttime was Robin's territory, and this was far too sunny for that), just something to keep herself busy. That'd been before the new shipment of off-worlders. That'd been before that black, scaly thing.

Carrie crept just past the edge of the sand and hunkered there, eyes wide. It was trying to fly, without much luck. Plenty of splashes to show for its efforts though, and she had to admire the strength behind them.

But seriously. A dragon?

[piratebaast]

It was a beautiful day. Very beautiful, and Ba'ast hadn't been out to enjoy the daytime coast in quite some time.

Probably because she spent a little too much time drinking and sleeping in all hours of the day, but, you know, what else was she supposed to do?

She turned her head to the sound of splashing, raising an eyebrow at the woman ... man ... she wasn't entirely sure-- hovering just beyond the edge of the sand, and muttered a few obscenities. Of course, someone would have to make a huge, wet mess of things. Of course.

Her eyes widened as she looked closer, pupils dilating and contracting rapidly as the image of a large, dark creature began to emerge. Curiously, she moved closer, light on her feet, and her eyes narrowed. For now, the stranger wading in the water was completely ignored; the sounds of the creature were far more interesting, and her ears twitched the louder it got.

As the distance between herself, the creature, and the stranger became smaller, Ba'ast raised her hands and, with them, used her magic to pull the

[less_teeth]

The black scaled beast was still very much preoccupied with thrashing around in the water, trying in vain to have a proper fly off... But nothing would work. Nothing would regain his ability to maneuver the faux tail fin strapped to his tail. Not without his rider.

He was grounded until then. Hopelessly grounded, and so far away from the other half of their dynamic duo.

He hadn't even recognized the presence of strangers, two of them actually, lingering behind him. How could he, with all the commotion rushing through his head. Was he trapped here, on the this strangely hot island of sand and a supreme lack of Hiccup? Even the thought of it was soul-crushing.

However... When the water around him began to lift, he tensed, claws curling, digging into the murky, soggy sand below, eyes watching the water carefully. Then he got it-- the scent of something he really didn't recognize. Whirling his head around, pupils contracted tight, darting between the strange blond, the not-human smelling one... and back.

Definitely not Vikings.

[doyuulikeme]

He had been lamenting the loss of Tifa while staring out into the ocean when he heard the commotion. Never one to deny his curiosity Alma shot up to see what the hubbabaloo was all about.

Now Alma was, in the best way possible, very unworldly. This place was a giant treasure chest to the small boy and every day he discovered something new, whether on accident or on purpose (usually on accident). So when he saw the dragon (he didn't have a word for it yet) freaking out in the water and the two people watching from the beach line naturally Alma would come closer.

Moving behind an abandoned crate he watched the three act out, his gaze moving between them yet his attention stuck mostly to Toothless, eyes wide in utter amazement.

[girlyboywonder]

She had company. That would have been fine, Carrie didn't exactly mind sharing the view. But one of them, in pretty plain sight from Carrie's perch on the sand, seemed to have a few tricks of her own.

Impressive tricks, actually.

Now Carrie had twice as much to gawk at, which she did with wide eyes and not much else in the way of expression. "Figure it looks pretty mad already," she called, cupping one hand to her mouth. "Sure that's a bright idea?"