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Post by Hiccup on Sept 28, 2011 21:58:35 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,520,true][bg=212c2f]But don't you wonder why they're getting desperate?
Hiccup wanted to ask that so badly. He really did. Why were the dragons stealing from them? What made them want to come to Berk so often, even in dangerous situations like the storm they had just been in before retreating? Despite his desire to ask, though, Hiccup decided not to. Getting too in to talking about dragons and their motivations might not be the wisest idea. He didn't want to be like Fishlegs, even if he did want to be like the other Vikings. Fishlegs' constant babbling about dragons and their traits was rather annoying. Even Hiccup had to wonder why the blond, chubby Viking was more accepted than he was, though. What made Fishlegs different from him? Better not to question it. he told himself.
"...Maybe there's some kind of... food shortage?" Hiccup asked. Instantly he felt stupid for asking. Of course there had to be some kind of shortage of food dragons would normally eat. Why else would they raid Berk? "I... I mean, you know, they can't just be doing this for... fun." he added quickly, hoping that the additional statement would make his previous statement sound less... dumb. Knowing him, though, he probably had only succeeded in sounding dumber. Smooth, Hiccup. What next? Wondering if we could find out by getting closer to the dragons? Now that would be a stupid statement. In a village full of Vikings longing to kill dragons, one didn't simply walk out into a crowd and suggest they try to understand dragons better. That would be met with only the worst of Viking torments. Whatever that was, Hiccup didn't want to know. He'd never been stupid enough to bring that up in conversation.
"I don't know... there has to be something driving them, right? Some... some reason they're going out of their way to steal from us." |
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Post by Astrid on Sept 30, 2011 18:54:36 GMT -5
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Astrid shrugged, letting her icy gaze warm by looking into the vibrant orange flames, the pop and sizzling sounds brought to her ears, the smoke and heat trying to dry her eyes so that she had to blink more often. How odd how comfortable she felt sitting by this fire. She'd been outside, nearly 10 minutes ago, dodging the hottest flames of the Nadders, singing herself, getting cut by the barbs of their tails. But now, comfortable and warm, here she sat, the fire intense and hot, yet not quite dragon standards.
"Maybe a food shortage, but yeah, everyone's got a food shortage..." a bitter edge lined her voice, "and they might. They could hunt for themselves, but nope." Her hand twitched instinctively, as if trying to grab the hilt of her axe, to sit and clean and sharpen the smooth blade, a reflexive action when she had nothing in her idle hands. She suppressed the small smile that Hiccup's 'ranting' and questioning. Everyone was running out of food these days. If the dragons couldn't share and didn't want to deal with the vikings, why didn't they just move? They had wings. They could get far, far away, over the ocean, farther than the viking boats could move. A bitter edge seemed to stick in her thoughts, lining it like a silver edge, sharp and smooth.
"I dunno, laziness?" shes suggested, ripping her blue eyes away from the fire to turn to the scrawny red-head. "Maybe.... I dunno, their dragons, not vikings, I don't know what they're thinking." She let her eyes wander to her hands, the orange glow of the fire casting dancing shadows across her palms.
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