Stupid, Bad, Dumb, Bad, Stupid, Dumb Ideas

[Sigrid and Smudge]

DATE AND TIME: Mid-June, 11:10 AM
WEATHER: Blustery wind, slight bite

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"Smudge," Sigrid said. "I usually respect your judgement. But this is stupid."
"It would be very easy for me to drop you right now, Sigrid," the green Flabbermunch grumbled loudly. "I know that they're found here and I'm not leaving 'till I find them. Go on, you can climb down the mountain by yourself. I won't be helping you,"
Sigrid huffed angrily.
"I don't care if you want to eat gemstones. Hell, go eat someone's earrings*, for all I care. Just get me off this gods-damned mountain!"
Smudge looked up at his rider, yellow eyes narrowed.
"You said yesterday that we could do this today. Your exact words were "Jeez, Smudge, fine, we'll go up there tomorrow'!"
"You know full well that I only said that to get you off my back," the viking woman complained. "You're incessant and annoying; and plus, when you don't get your way you start barbecuing stuff. Usually important stuff, like people and houses."
"One time, lady. One time."

Smudge continued his digging on the mountain top, hoping to find crystals or something to eat; a Gronckle the day before had told him that they tasted amazing. After a while, Sigrid simply went to sleep on the dragon's back, tired of the boring digging.

[Osvald, Gummy, & Terrible Co.]

[ooc] lol sorry long post

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Today was one of those rare occasions where everything was pretty quiet for Osvald. His rambunctious Terrors seemed to be more content to hang about elsewhere today, and quite frankly, he couldn’t care less. Today he could finally relax and do his own thing.

Osvald gave a content sigh at the wind hitting his face. «C’ correct Gummy is like once?» The Gronckle flicked an ear at the broken Dragonese. «Uh, could you repeat that?»

“I said 'It’s just like old times, right Gummy?'” «Ha, it sure is! And you might want to work on that Dragonese of yours.» Gummy responded with obvious amusement, to which Osvald huffed. “Hey, I’m trying aren’t I?” «Well, to say it properly, it’s like this.»

The dragon began to speak slowly in attempt to help his human. “So you mean like this? «C’ is like once, right Gummy?»” While a very minimal improvement, the Gronckle could only shake his head. «Oh boy...»

The duo wasn’t just flying around only to refine Osvald’s Dragonese though. It was decided earlier that they would spend the day hunting. Osvald was running short on leather supplies, and you can’t make shoes without leather. «Hey Oz, look over there!»

Osvald looked over to where the Gronckle gestured his head, until, «I get it.» «Well I don’t doubt that you won't!» “That’s not what I was- oh whatever you got the point.” A set of antlers could be seen between a gap in the treetops, and attached to them was an elk. ‘I could get so much hide from that!’ After readying his crossbow, he fired. Unfortunately for both parties it was just away from being clean shot, and the animal darted away through the undergrowth. “Oh no you don’t!"

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When they finally caught up and subdued the animal, the duo was now at the base of a mountain. One they haven’t been to in a long time. Seeing as it wasn’t often the two got to fly around without noisy dragons, they decided a trip to the top wouldn’t hurt.

«I wonder if there’s still those tasty crystals up there?» “Well if you can carry the elk that high you can have a look.” It didn’t bother him that he was covered in the beast’s blood. You kind of have to get used to it fast when you hunt animals. Besides, his clothes were already ruined by his other dragons, so a bit of blood staining wouldn’t hurt it.

Once they reached a good landing spot, Osvald was dropped off with the freshly made kill. “Don’t go too far Gummy.” «Don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine!» Though it wasn’t his dragon’s safety he was mainly concerned about. A dragon on it's own would be fine up here. A human with a fresh kill however was bound to bring some unwanted attention, so he worked swiftly on the hide and hoped Gummy wouldn't get too far away.

Meanwhile, the Gronckle was excited to be here. It had been so long, he almost forgot what the various rocks and crystals tasted like. He pranced off towards one of the spots he remembered to have a particularly delicious gemstones, hoping it hadn’t already been depleted. He was actually a bit shocked when he reached there. First because the spot was still there, the second because a Flabbermunch seemed to have beat him to it. He wasn’t digging in the right spot but he wasn’t about to let him continue until he found it. He didn’t notice that there was a human on the back of the dragon, all he could focus on was the Flabbermunch in the place that HE wanted to be.

«Hey you! That’s my spot. Get out if you know what’s good for you!» While it would be preferable that the other dragon stepped aside, he knew that wasn’t likely to happen. If a fight did break out though he wanted to be prepared. He began readying his gut to blast some lava should the need arise.

[Sigrid and Smudge]

Smudge wheeled around so fast he nearly threw Sigrid down the mountain. The viking woman shrieked sharply, scrambling to hold onto the saddle in a panic.
<<Excuse me?>> the green Flabbermunch said furiously, his short, club like tail held straight out behind him like a stick., ready to smash any threatening skulls. <<I was here first, you stupid, aggressive lump of dried Nightmare dun- oh, it's just you, Gummy. Give me a heart attack much, I thought you were some wild dragon looking for a fight.>>
He settled slightly, although he definitely wasn't moving aside to allow access to the vein of crystals. <<I'm guessing you're here for the gems? Good luck; some little bugger's eaten them all! The whole vein!>>
"Hello, mister Sandy," Sigrid addressed Osvald, then craned her neck to look at her dragon.<<I try telling that we not find any,>> Sigrid said in her broken Dragonese. <<But it's as not if you listen, Smudge,>>
<<We've been here for hours and all I've found is bite marks. Big ones, too. Someone's eaten every single last crystal; what a pig! Everyone knows that you go steady on them! I hope that whoever it is has a really sore stomach now; karma is awesome.>>
He flapped his wings in annoyance, one clipping Sigrid on the head.

[Osvald, Gummy, & Terrible Co.]

Gummy expected a reaction from the dragon, it was bound to happen. What he didn't expect was for a human to suddenly start shrieking and flailing on the dragon's back. How did he not see that? He quickly swallowed back lava as the other dragon was spewing insults at him. «Smudge?» It seemed that the Flabbermunch also recognized him at the same time he did.

His ear twitched at the fight comment, becasue that was actually pretty spot on for what he intended, he just didn't expect that it was a tame dragon he confronted. «Ha, yeah. Wild dragons right? Always itching for a fight...» Now he had to rethink his plan.

He stopped that chain of thought at the mention of another dragon eating the whole vein. «No way. Are you serious?» He shuddered as he remembered gorging himself on an entire vein of gemstones back in his youth, and ended up going through three days of agony. He didn't completely believe the Flabbermunch though. If he was in that situation and another dragon wanted his spot, he would have said anything to keep the place to himself... or at least start a fight.

It seemed the other dragon still had some things to say. «We've been here for hours and all I've found is bite marks. Big ones, too.» Whatever was said afterwards, Gummy didn't pay attention. All he could think of now was the possibility of something bigger lurking around, and that something could become a threat to his human. «Really? Let me have a look.» This way he would know for sure if the other dragon was telling the truth. If he moved aside, then there really wasn't anything left. If he stayed in place, then well, he'd think of something.

As all of this was going on, Osvald continued to work at the elk carcass. He heard what sounded like the start of a dragon fight and hoped his dragon didn't decide to attract a really aggressive dragon. The thought dissipated when he heard a female voice call out to him. It startled him enough that his skinning knife went through the hide he'd been carefully removing.

"Argh! Come on," he twisted around and sure enough, there was that one-eyed lady again. Why couldn't he ever remember her name? Whatever, the more important question was "What are you even doing up here?" Of all the places to run into someone, this certainly wasn't at the top of his list. He couldn't help but smirk when Sigrid's dragon smacked her in the head, accidental or not. 'Serves her right for making me ruin the hide.'