Post by Ylva and Valdis on Aug 5, 2015 5:24:36 GMT 1
Time and Date:: January 19th, Early morning.
Weather:: Light snow and Mildly cold.
Previous Threads?:: N/A
"Wow. This place is really bustling by my standards." Ylva said stretching out her arms. "Three years in isolation from my kind is enough to make me appreciate it." She was wearing her coat despite the weather being a little warmer than the previous days she had stayed at Berk. The snow was mid calf deep. Ylva assumed it had snowed the night before while she was sleeping, but it didn't bother her too much, for she had a goal in mind. She was going to get an Atgeir to replace the one she traded away long ago.
"What you think? New Weapon good yes?" Ylva asked the Deceiver who was following her, and she stopped suddenly to stretch her legs.
"If that is what you want, I won't stop you. I am not fond of weapons, but I guess that's from my upbringing." Valdis Prodded Ylva with her nose to keep her moving along. Ylva stroked Valdis' head and laughed.
"You never like weapons." She laughed before finding a stranger to ask where the blacksmith is located. "Excuse me sir, where is the blacksmith?" She inquired before getting a blunt straight forward answer. "Thank you. I appreciate it." She smiled at the man before continuing onward to the blacksmith. "What you think of place?" She laughed and continued to smile.
"It's a pretty cool place. It seems safe enough to settle in. I've stalked around here once or twice, but I've never had to stay here for longer than a day." The dragon huffed a little with her proud triangular prism head standing out a little to many of the other dragons. "I do feel a little out of place. Just a little bit though. I haven't seen one of my kind yet. Perhaps our ways are just a little too strange for some people." The scales under her eyes shifted to a red color. "Just a little irritated is all."
"Don't worry. You be accepted." Ylva giggled a little before catching sight of a turquoise nadder pushing snow up against doorways to block them up. Ylva dismissed it because she was in too good of a mood to be upset by anything. Today she was getting a new weapon, or at least requesting one. She reached the door of what she had hoped was the blacksmith and knocked on it. "I excited. This be fun."
"If you say so. I am quite against the concept of fighting, but if it makes you feel safer. I am okay with it." Ylva stroked Valdis' side reassuringly and stood at the door waiting for a response.
Weather:: Light snow and Mildly cold.
Previous Threads?:: N/A
"Wow. This place is really bustling by my standards." Ylva said stretching out her arms. "Three years in isolation from my kind is enough to make me appreciate it." She was wearing her coat despite the weather being a little warmer than the previous days she had stayed at Berk. The snow was mid calf deep. Ylva assumed it had snowed the night before while she was sleeping, but it didn't bother her too much, for she had a goal in mind. She was going to get an Atgeir to replace the one she traded away long ago.
"What you think? New Weapon good yes?" Ylva asked the Deceiver who was following her, and she stopped suddenly to stretch her legs.
"If that is what you want, I won't stop you. I am not fond of weapons, but I guess that's from my upbringing." Valdis Prodded Ylva with her nose to keep her moving along. Ylva stroked Valdis' head and laughed.
"You never like weapons." She laughed before finding a stranger to ask where the blacksmith is located. "Excuse me sir, where is the blacksmith?" She inquired before getting a blunt straight forward answer. "Thank you. I appreciate it." She smiled at the man before continuing onward to the blacksmith. "What you think of place?" She laughed and continued to smile.
"It's a pretty cool place. It seems safe enough to settle in. I've stalked around here once or twice, but I've never had to stay here for longer than a day." The dragon huffed a little with her proud triangular prism head standing out a little to many of the other dragons. "I do feel a little out of place. Just a little bit though. I haven't seen one of my kind yet. Perhaps our ways are just a little too strange for some people." The scales under her eyes shifted to a red color. "Just a little irritated is all."
"Don't worry. You be accepted." Ylva giggled a little before catching sight of a turquoise nadder pushing snow up against doorways to block them up. Ylva dismissed it because she was in too good of a mood to be upset by anything. Today she was getting a new weapon, or at least requesting one. She reached the door of what she had hoped was the blacksmith and knocked on it. "I excited. This be fun."
"If you say so. I am quite against the concept of fighting, but if it makes you feel safer. I am okay with it." Ylva stroked Valdis' side reassuringly and stood at the door waiting for a response.