I hear a knock on the window, but see no bird [Rilkar](open)

[Fellicya Strongmouth]

Time and Date:: February 10th 3PM



Weather:: Sunny with a light fresh breeze, still a thing layer of snow slowly melting into the grass.










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Fellicya had been gathering information to try and find herself a fighting teacher after being told she had quite the strenght but absolutely no skills when it came to combat. In any case if you did wonder, no, she did not care. It was just for the pleasure of learning something new and being able to hold her own against other people that she wanted to learn the art of battle.

Sure it was great to be fast and have good reflexes, to dodge with the grace and speed of a snake her opponent's attack but it can quickly become tiring to only be able to run like a coward.


That's how she ended tracking down any potential teacher she could find and why she ended up on the border of Berk, searching for a, quote unquote, ' humble hut' in wich her future teacher was supposed to live. She found without too much trouble, except for having asked the way every step she took, and was now standing in front of the closed door with BlazingHeart and SwiftBite behind her.

She didn't knew why but she suddenly felt incredibly like panicking now. Maybe it was the fact she knew little to nothing about the mand behind this door or maybe the fact that he could probably snap her in two like a twig.

What did she know? What was she even thinking?! Nothing. Again. What if he didn't like her and thought she was stupid with her stupid braids? This was a huge and terrible idea. "Welp... Here goes nothing guys."


Slowly she raised a fist, barely grazing her knuckles on the door, before she forced the fakest of laugh out as she started walking away. "Would you look at that!! No one! I guess I should go the-" Her sentence was interrupted when the Typhoomerang caught her by the braids and pulled her backward, making a low rumble of disapproval that earned her a vicious glare. "Blaze, listen, I just said there was no one so will you let go of me?!" The dragon huffed, clearly judging the girl before she nudged her back toward the hut. Fellicya barely caught sight of the mocking look SwiftBite threw at her but she made sure to let him know she did by punching his shoulder.

Back to BlazingHeart she had to find a way to convince the dragon to let her slip away without getting noticed. Her eyes landed on an open window and immediatly the gear started turning in her head. "Right~ Okay Blaze, you got it. I'm going to peer in through this window to prove you there's no one here and then we can go, what do you say?" The dragon huffed at her and she took it as a positive answer.


The girl tip toed her way to the window and lowered her hands on the edge of it to start peering inside, almost whispering quiter than the wind. "Hellooo? Is there anybody in here?"

[Rilkar Olden & Sindyr]

  Two days he'd spent performing various tasks relating to the now unstrung crossbow on his desk.  Numerous papers littered the floor and desk, mostly schematics for various additions that he wanted to add himself.  He'd have to stop at kenna's later that day to have a few pieces forged, and depending on the price, he'd do it himself.  The latter portion of the day was spent drinking himself into a coma after dinner.
  He was unscrewing his flask with one hand, as one was occupied holding his head against his desk in an attempt to keep his headache at bay.  A trip to the shoreline was due soon, he needed to boil some water into drinking water, booze for two days straight was never a good idea.  He was about to take a sip from his flask when there was a very light rapping against his chamber door.  He thought nothing of it, things roll up against his door here and there.  He took a deep sip of the remainder of his liquor. 
  It was just then when a small voice piped up from outside his window.  "Helloo?  Is anyone in here?"  It said.  Small voice, a child?  Female by the sound of it.  He had a weird tendency for attracting curious female vikings since he arrived on Berk.  He didn't think on it too hard.  He had things to do.
 "Yes?" Rilkar collects himself as he chokes on his own throat for a second.  Alcohol and no water, his mouth and throat were dry, talking was a chore.  "Is there something you need?"  He stood up from his desk and balanced himself for a second.  His hands were numb, his face was numb, and his legs especially, being half asleep, were numb.  A rough few days indeed.