Post by Rilkar Olden & Sindyr on Dec 9, 2016 7:38:09 GMT 1
Time and Date: (unsure of date, I'll figure it out) The morning after Rilkar's return to Berk.
Weather: Cold, Cloudy, probably about to rain or sleet.
Previous threads: None, one shot.
There was a loud thud against the old rickety shutters of his hut. But with an almost surgical precision Sindyr pulled the shutters open with the tip of her nose and tried angling herself for a better view into the small shack. Rilkar rolled groggily and rubbed the sleep from his eyes only to make a sudden jump at the unexpected sight of Sindyr's eye staring through his window trying to find him.
"Glad to see you too. I guess." Sindyr let out a loud Wark and quickly made her way to the front door. Rilkar slowly put on his usual attire of multiple layers of long sleeve garments and laced his armored boots over his now rather ragged pants. The journey itself had been long, and many times had he come closer than he wished to never again seeing dawn. His usual routine returned slowly as he was recovering from the closest thing he'd had to good sleep since the journey had began.
"It's good to be back." He sighed to himself, buckling his sword belt around his waist and stepping outside. Sindyr greeted him by bowling him over with a gut blow from her nose, just strong enough to stun him and knock him down.
"You made me wait, Knight." Sindyr's body language was still strange compared to the other dragons, likely from having lived by herself for so many years. He still understood the gist of it and though his stomach was now in agony, he rolled over with a cough and stood up. Reaching out to her in a passive gesture he swatted the air so she would give him some space.
"That's still no reason hit me with a low blow, or has the mighty dragoness fallen so far?" He said it in a mock tone, and she glared at him.
"You told me you would tour me around my new home, if this scrap heap of an island full of ragged barbarians can be considered home." She gestured out towards Berk with her tail and gave her own equivalent of a scoff. "It isn't nearly what you made it out to be."
"If you actually let me ride you, I can show you around. At least what I know of the place. You'll find it has more room than you're used to. Better fishing too." He took a deep breath and recovered fully, rubbing his chest and stomach where her nose butted him.
"You know how I feel about that, Knight." Her gaze had become her usual impassive that Rilkar had first met up in the Heiran mountains. "I will allow it, when you prove you are worth the effort."
"Well, if I wasn't worth it, you wouldn't be here, and you'd probably be captured by those Red Rock hunters by now." He gestured her along and made his way towards Berk itself.
The walk took about as long as it usually did to get around the cliffs and into Berk itself, the morning hustle of vikings grabbing their various trade tools to set to work for the day was What he remembered. Onlookers took great care in observing Sindyr from afar, the new breed of dragon, its size rather alarming for how it managed to squeeze through the different paths through the village. Her wings held close to her body as she balanced her way carefully along the widest paths she could find.
"This is the main Village of Berk. Vikings from this small village are generally friendly if not scruffy in personality. Don't let their size fool you, they've got hearts of gold. Most of them anyways." He gestured from the square to the various services and locations. The Great Hall, where he spent many nights stumbling down the stairs, the smithy, the medical hut, town hall. he finally pointed almost straight up. "Up there at the tip is the Elder's hut. I've never been there personally, or even know if this place currently has an appointed elder. But that's about everything In town. "You've already seen the Dragon Academy and the Stables where smaller dragons roost on the way in. The Children of Berk will probably be happy to see you, you're the first of your kind here."
A scruff viking gave off a loud disapproving shout, only for Rilkar to turn and see Sindyr smiling and giving a rude gesture to the poor man. "Sindyr, stop antagonizing the village. last thing we need is to turn them against us. I have a reputation to uphold."
"These people give such lively reactions." She gave a sound that could only be assumed was a form of laughter. "As you were saying, Knight." There was the word again. Warrior, a fancier motion to it, a knight? Fancy Warrior? He looked her over and pointed back towards home.
"My name is Rilkar, not Knight. I do not call you by 'Dragon', show me the same respect. Let's head home. We can do some exercises to get you into the swing of things around here. You'll be staying in the forest most likely so I'll have to grab a few Vikings from the village to help build something large enough for you to sleep in since you'll be staying in the forest, where there's actually space to keep you."
"I see. Your front yard is rather uncomfortable, I'm used to a nest and caves. You better hold up your end of our bargain, Rilkar. Of you will regret taking me from my home." Her body language seeped with a subtle distain for her predicament. The loose bargain and show of force to earn her time had only proved to strain itself on the way home, where she had saved the party on several occasions. "I should spar with her again. Keep her interested for now. I'll figure something out." He couldn't help but think of what would happen if he had gone all that way for nothing if she left as easy as that. Everything Ulrika would have had to deal with would have been for naught. He sighed and cringed at the response he had gotten taking her home to find her parents didn't even care she was gone for a month. Or was it more? He couldn't rightly remember. At least her sister was happy to greet them.
"Rilkar, you say these waters are good for fishing. I think I will see this for myself." At least this is something that Rilkar knew wouldn't upset her, he pointed out towards the coast where various fishing boats were splayed across the water.
"You can fish anywhere you want save for near the boats." He could already see that there were other dragons assisting the fishermen by stunning fish or spouting water into the air where nets could catch what fell. Ever since they'd gotten home he could swear she was nervous to be around other dragons once more. A strange discomfort took hold of her motions when other dragon riders flew past, he laughed to himself at the thought.
"Sure. I'll just go see if I can find somewhere quiet to fish. At least the cliffs provide good dive spots." She took off into a butterfly like hover, the savage beating of her wings flattening the low brush.
"Be back in a few hours I guess, I'll have something prepared by then." She flew off without acknowledging him, as was usual of her to this point. "Well, this should be interesting." He honestly didn't know how to feel. The whole Journey was one mess after another and now that he got his reward, he still had to work tirelessly before she would trust him. Until then, he still had all day to prepare something.
Weather: Cold, Cloudy, probably about to rain or sleet.
Previous threads: None, one shot.
There was a loud thud against the old rickety shutters of his hut. But with an almost surgical precision Sindyr pulled the shutters open with the tip of her nose and tried angling herself for a better view into the small shack. Rilkar rolled groggily and rubbed the sleep from his eyes only to make a sudden jump at the unexpected sight of Sindyr's eye staring through his window trying to find him.
"Glad to see you too. I guess." Sindyr let out a loud Wark and quickly made her way to the front door. Rilkar slowly put on his usual attire of multiple layers of long sleeve garments and laced his armored boots over his now rather ragged pants. The journey itself had been long, and many times had he come closer than he wished to never again seeing dawn. His usual routine returned slowly as he was recovering from the closest thing he'd had to good sleep since the journey had began.
"It's good to be back." He sighed to himself, buckling his sword belt around his waist and stepping outside. Sindyr greeted him by bowling him over with a gut blow from her nose, just strong enough to stun him and knock him down.
"You made me wait, Knight." Sindyr's body language was still strange compared to the other dragons, likely from having lived by herself for so many years. He still understood the gist of it and though his stomach was now in agony, he rolled over with a cough and stood up. Reaching out to her in a passive gesture he swatted the air so she would give him some space.
"That's still no reason hit me with a low blow, or has the mighty dragoness fallen so far?" He said it in a mock tone, and she glared at him.
"You told me you would tour me around my new home, if this scrap heap of an island full of ragged barbarians can be considered home." She gestured out towards Berk with her tail and gave her own equivalent of a scoff. "It isn't nearly what you made it out to be."
"If you actually let me ride you, I can show you around. At least what I know of the place. You'll find it has more room than you're used to. Better fishing too." He took a deep breath and recovered fully, rubbing his chest and stomach where her nose butted him.
"You know how I feel about that, Knight." Her gaze had become her usual impassive that Rilkar had first met up in the Heiran mountains. "I will allow it, when you prove you are worth the effort."
"Well, if I wasn't worth it, you wouldn't be here, and you'd probably be captured by those Red Rock hunters by now." He gestured her along and made his way towards Berk itself.
The walk took about as long as it usually did to get around the cliffs and into Berk itself, the morning hustle of vikings grabbing their various trade tools to set to work for the day was What he remembered. Onlookers took great care in observing Sindyr from afar, the new breed of dragon, its size rather alarming for how it managed to squeeze through the different paths through the village. Her wings held close to her body as she balanced her way carefully along the widest paths she could find.
"This is the main Village of Berk. Vikings from this small village are generally friendly if not scruffy in personality. Don't let their size fool you, they've got hearts of gold. Most of them anyways." He gestured from the square to the various services and locations. The Great Hall, where he spent many nights stumbling down the stairs, the smithy, the medical hut, town hall. he finally pointed almost straight up. "Up there at the tip is the Elder's hut. I've never been there personally, or even know if this place currently has an appointed elder. But that's about everything In town. "You've already seen the Dragon Academy and the Stables where smaller dragons roost on the way in. The Children of Berk will probably be happy to see you, you're the first of your kind here."
A scruff viking gave off a loud disapproving shout, only for Rilkar to turn and see Sindyr smiling and giving a rude gesture to the poor man. "Sindyr, stop antagonizing the village. last thing we need is to turn them against us. I have a reputation to uphold."
"These people give such lively reactions." She gave a sound that could only be assumed was a form of laughter. "As you were saying, Knight." There was the word again. Warrior, a fancier motion to it, a knight? Fancy Warrior? He looked her over and pointed back towards home.
"My name is Rilkar, not Knight. I do not call you by 'Dragon', show me the same respect. Let's head home. We can do some exercises to get you into the swing of things around here. You'll be staying in the forest most likely so I'll have to grab a few Vikings from the village to help build something large enough for you to sleep in since you'll be staying in the forest, where there's actually space to keep you."
"I see. Your front yard is rather uncomfortable, I'm used to a nest and caves. You better hold up your end of our bargain, Rilkar. Of you will regret taking me from my home." Her body language seeped with a subtle distain for her predicament. The loose bargain and show of force to earn her time had only proved to strain itself on the way home, where she had saved the party on several occasions. "I should spar with her again. Keep her interested for now. I'll figure something out." He couldn't help but think of what would happen if he had gone all that way for nothing if she left as easy as that. Everything Ulrika would have had to deal with would have been for naught. He sighed and cringed at the response he had gotten taking her home to find her parents didn't even care she was gone for a month. Or was it more? He couldn't rightly remember. At least her sister was happy to greet them.
"Rilkar, you say these waters are good for fishing. I think I will see this for myself." At least this is something that Rilkar knew wouldn't upset her, he pointed out towards the coast where various fishing boats were splayed across the water.
"You can fish anywhere you want save for near the boats." He could already see that there were other dragons assisting the fishermen by stunning fish or spouting water into the air where nets could catch what fell. Ever since they'd gotten home he could swear she was nervous to be around other dragons once more. A strange discomfort took hold of her motions when other dragon riders flew past, he laughed to himself at the thought.
"Sure. I'll just go see if I can find somewhere quiet to fish. At least the cliffs provide good dive spots." She took off into a butterfly like hover, the savage beating of her wings flattening the low brush.
"Be back in a few hours I guess, I'll have something prepared by then." She flew off without acknowledging him, as was usual of her to this point. "Well, this should be interesting." He honestly didn't know how to feel. The whole Journey was one mess after another and now that he got his reward, he still had to work tirelessly before she would trust him. Until then, he still had all day to prepare something.
