Rivalry For Breakfast [open]

[Boom and Lockjaw]

Time and Date:: Early winter morning, cold and still mostly dark.
Weather:: Clear, cold, damp, windless.
Previous Threads?:: None to speak of.

The morning air was chilly, and it was more dark than light outside as of yet. There wasn't even the lick of a breeze, and the perfectly still air was somehow more chilling without it. It was wet, of course and the smell of the air was nothing more defining than ice and the beginning scents of fresh-made bread and other foods coming from the warming den of The Great Hall.

It was with great slouching and grumping and the wrappings of warm furs that had the lovely grumpus known as Boom slouched over one of the many stone benches in The Great Hall. Her eyes were still clouded over with sleep, and her limbs were folded in over themselves and into the fur for comfort. Her head was laying side ways against the chilled stone, giving a rather lackluster and zombie-like stare to her nearby cousin Bloodswift.

“So, where’s mom? Isn’t the hot mead usually delivered in person?” This was from Boom, staring up at her cousin who had had curled up in the benchseat next to hers, balancing his helmet, a textbook on dragons, and her father’s as-yet-unread weapon's blueprints in his lap.
“Helping get Kenna's meal before she gets here. She’s probably gone completely overboard with the breakfast menu for today.” He replied matter-of-factly. “Of course, auntie has been waiting for this moment her entire life… Having a daughter to dote on.”

Boom jostled her cousin with an elbow, scowling. “Wow, not like she doesn't already have one. It's not like I'm about to announce I am a man."
"You're as good as." Bloodswift sang out, kicking his legs under the table. "I think she was bringing Kenna some of that ore that came in the other day, too. It was the iron ore you were looking at, wasn't it?"
Boom's hand banged down on the table, sending drink glasses rattling and silverware bouncing on the stone surface. "If you really want to talk about my mother's betrayal over breakfast, you can discuss it without me!”
Quickly afterwards she slumped again, almost boneless over the table with a very nondescript grunt. "My mead is supposed to be here first. I'm her princess, damn it."

But it was always Kenna first, the wench.

[Kenna Sigmundr]

Kenna groaned when she felt something tugging on her. Her subconscious knew it was Fenrir, though she definitely wasn’t awake enough for the conscious part of her to realise or why he was doing so. She hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before because of infighting between her dragons. Fenrir had not taken well to the addition Scratchet and so the two have had many a bicker over the weeks.

She opened her eyes and looked at the Terrible Terror on the ground who stared back, “I promised Mrs Doomhammer I’d wake you early today so you could go eat with them,” she stared at her dragon for a moment before the statement and the context behind it sunk in. She exhaled a long and aginous groan.

It was her birthday today in her half asleep state she’d forgotten that fact. It had pretty much become a tradition that the Doomhammer family would basically act like her family on her birthday and such ever since dad died, which was nice…but it did mean getting out of bed.

She slowly rolled out of bed and got up. She pulled on the warmest trousers, top and coat she could find so that she could at least feel some level of comfort, though Kenna knew that with it getting more wintery she’d probably lose that aim. She looked at the mirror and quickly sorted out her hair by finger combing it so that it was a bit more presentable and hiding her burns a bit better.

As she started to walk towards the front door she felt Fenrir scuttle up her body and perch on her right shoulder. Kenna felt the warmth of the dragon through her coat and she snuggled slightly against him. After a second though she thought something, “Don’t take this as me forgiving you for last night,” she muttered. She walked out of the house and walked over to Scratchet’s new abode, which she’d ended up having to have built since neither the chief nor Scratchet wanted to stay in the stables.

“I’m going off to the hall,” she said, loud enough for the dragon to hear if she was awake but not loud enough to wake her, “I’ll be back in a bit with food for you.” The blacksmith then turned and walked across the Plaza towards the entrance of the great hall.

The hall was large and relatively bustling. It was busier than she expected for the light outside, but then remembered that it was getting darker to it was actually later than she thought it was. Kenna looked around and saw the table where a number of the Doomhammers were sitting. She walked over and saw that [mum] getting stuff but Kenna thought it’d probably be best to go to the table first and say hello before sorting out her own food or anything.

She got to the table just as she had a minor yawn, “Good morning,” she said through it before looking for a good position to sit. She was Boom’s look at her and Kenna kind of knew things were probably not going to go well when they talked. But she still smiled at the young woman as she went to sit down, she did want to be on good relations with her, even if she was a stuck up brat, “Good morning Boom.”[/font]

[Boom and Lockjaw]

When Kenna came to sit at the table, Boom's first desire was to rip the friendly looking smile right off of the other girl's half-singed face. It was with a sneer that she almost got to say something testy, and I say almost because the young dragon rider was interrupted by Hurricane Doomhammer who was also known as Mrs. Doomhammer.
Yes, it was Boom’s mother who immediately enveloped Kenna in a warm and heavily perfumed embrace. “If it isn’t my beautiful blacksmithing girl! Oh Boom, be a dear and say hello!”
Boom not only lacked the charm of a morning person but wasn't as mature as Kenna was, and this was evident in the way her lips pulled back like a wild beast's and she quite literally growled at the other girl through the stray strands of her orange-blonde hair. Mrs. Doomhammer gave a long and loud gasp as though her only daughter had just cursed the name of Odin.

"Boom, for shame. Why didn’t you wish our sweet Kenna a happy birthday? Did you forget that today was super-duper important my darling daughter?” Boom’s mother reached down to her brooding daughter and pinched both of her cheeks. Boom made a garbled yelp of protest, but knew better than to pull away. Hurricane wasn’t the kind of woman who would tolerate such behavior from her only child.

Unstoppable, that's what Hurricane was.

She seemed to sense when her dear husband had arrived holding as many platters of food as his oversized arms could manage, wheeling around to face him.
"Do you see this?! Hurricane more exclaimed than asked, grabbing Boom by the elbow and jerking her into a sitting position with a good amount of force for a lady going on sixty winters. "She won't wish our darling Kenna a happy birthday!" She gave an exaggerated roll of her eyes, settling to peer down at Kenna's sitting frame with a very big and emphatic smile. "I don't understand why she hasn't wished you a happy birthday yet, but I swear on my death bed that I will make it happen."

"The only thing you're gonna make happen is a fist in your face." Boom dared to growl back at her equally volatile mother, pulling back her elbow with a vicious jerk and angry eyes that she was quick to turn on to Kenna. It was only with great self control and the younger girl's hand curling into a blanching fist at the knuckles that even an attempt at civility was made.
"Happy birthday, you old cow." The tone of voice was sweet enough, but the glower behind the smile and the words themselves were missing out on the birthday cheer. "May you be husbandless and barren forever."

[Kenna Sigmundr]

The younger blacksmith sneered at Kenna and she knew some comment was about to be flung her way. Before should could though Kenna felt a pair of arms come round her and hugged her. She recognised the voice as Hurricane said her complimentary hello. Kenna blushed slightly and enjoyed the warmth. Fenrir had jumped off onto the table the moment before so as to avoid being in a bad position at that moment. “Good morning Mrs Doomhammer,” she knew her first name but that was one habit that was never going to change.

Kenna internally cringed when she asked Boom to say hello, and sighed slightly as Boom growled at her and Mrs Doomhammer released Kenna. One thing that Kenna hated about being round the Doomhammers was that she had to not only sit through the dysfunctional dynamic between Boom and her parents but she also was part of the cause of it too. She hadn’t asked to be doted over by Boom’s mother after her own Dad had died, they had just decided to take her in and look after her when it had happened. She loved that they had done it and they had probably saved her from breaking down more than she did but it had meant she’d inadvertently become their favourite daughter.

She noticed that Fenrir started hissing at Boom in responce, so Kenna gave him a light slap to stop him. He hadn’t been doing a fire hiss, just a threatening his, but she didn’t want to have him threaten her.

“Please, don’t be like on account on me,” she said, aiming this at Mrs Doomhammer, “I don’t want there to be trouble.” She said as the woman pinched her daughter. Then her husband came over with all the food. The mother then continued to embarrass and humiliate her daughter. Kenna knew that this kind of thing was why Boom hated her, “Please it’s not as big a thing as you’re making out please I’m fine wi-”

Kenna froze in position when Boom wished her happy birthday in the most insensitive way she could. She closed her eyes and slowly let her face fall into a frown as she clenched a fist underneath the table. For the moment Kenna tried to ignore her own feelings about the likelyness of that happening and made sure we was calm before she opened her eyes and glared at the girl.

“How old are you? Twelve? Four?” She knew how old she was, Kenna was just making the point, “I don’t want you to fake that you like me or have you forced to wish me happy birthday if you didn’t want to, but could you please at least pretend that you don’t want my throat ripped out or at least save showing it until we’re in less public places.” She did try her best around the girl, she wanted them to not be on the terms they were, but the gods she and her mother seemed to do everything possible to make sure they were in the worst relationship possible.

[Boom and Lockjaw]

Hurricane could only gasp, slack jawed and visibly horror struck that her own daughter would say such a thing to Kenna. She'd been shocked quite temporarily into a silence, which was just enough of a victory to goad Boom's sour expression and forced sugary looks into one of her familiar arrogance with a slight curl to her lip. As Kenna asked how old she was, the curl grew enough to create a little snaggle-toothed sneer that said everything Boom was thinking loud and clear.

Victory.

"See?" She sounded almost conversational as she reached for the nearby warmed and spiced mead her father had set down, the man so far had maintained a dutiful silence in the wake of the rather strong-spirited women at the table. "You're already making my wish come true." Boom took a long gulp and gave a satisfied sigh, ignoring the pointed look that her mother was giving her with the same sort of ease as a household cat. Fenrir received about the same treatment.

Hurricane let her glare fester, and hearing Kenna's words seemed to exhibit some level of restraint with a slow and disappointed sigh and nearly imperceptible shake of her head. The tension in the air was thick, but the awkward and painful silence didn't have to wait long to be broken.

"Kenna is doing no such thing!" Huffed Hurricane, sitting with an unceremonious thud next to Kenna. Once again Hurricane was touching, this time cupping Kenna's cheeks between her thumb and the rest of her fingers as she gestured to the blond-haired blacksmith. "Don't you see how beautiful she is?" Hurricane crooned over Kenna fondly with a sound pat to one of her cheeks with her free hand. "She's so perfect, that's the trouble. Scares the lesser men away."

Releasing her grip on the blacksmith's face with an adoring smile, Hurricane surveyed Kenna with her full attention.
"You do like honeycakes, don't you dear? We made some for you this morning and ooh we added some of that Byzantine spice cinnamon!" Hurricane was genuinely excited, and pleased to put her hands to use for the orphaned young woman. "They're edible, too. Boom didn't help." She winked at Kenna then, and Boom quietly scowled over her cup at the increasingly warm atmosphere.
"I wouldn't want to anyway." Boom panned back, the edge to her voice creeping in just a little before she returned to nursing her mug of mead.

[Kenna Sigmundr]

(sorry for the total lateness Juno)
Kenna sighed at the girl’s comment, Kenna knew she wasn’t going to ever win in a shouting match with the Boom, not really. All it would do is give the younger blacksmith pleasure in how annoyed she got. Before any more words could be said, Mrs Doomhammer decided to break the silence by coming to Kenna’s defence, sitting next to her and grabbing her scarred cheek.

Kenna winced slightly when she did this, but tried to hide it. She smiled at Hurricane’s comment, even though she knew she definitely wasn’t perfect, the burns proved that. Boom’s mother let go of her and took a look at her. Fenrir scuttled back to Kenna and went onto her lap. She stroked him slightly, appreciating the warmth again.

Hurricane asked if she liked Honeycakes, to which Kenna nodded, it did all sound delicious, even though she didn’t recognise the exotic spice. She couldn’t help but giggle at Hurricane’s comment about Boom not helping, though she did kind of regret it afterwards. As the food and drink got moved around to the right places Kenna took a sip of her drink and tried to spark up some of the other Doomhammer family members, just so that there wouldn’t continue to be awkward silences.

Kenna wished that she didn’t have to feel like she shouldn’t be there, sitting with a family which had been so good to but didn’t belong to. But unless Boom and her mum got a better relationship, that was never going to happen.

(I didn’t know what to write talkingwise. You can make any conversations you want and Kenna’ll respond to it …and I’ll try to be a better rper)

[Spitnose]

Food! If there was one thing the young viking-to-be understood, it was how to not let food go to waste. Like sure, her dad chowed down like a hungry large viking man, but then she ate almost as much as quickly, if not quicker, than him. Before you could say 'Pass the bread' the entire loaf would be gone, dissappeared into the blackhole that was Spitnose. She would chug mugs of whatever ended up in front of her between each mouthful of food, otherwise she would probably choke.

Glancing around, she looked at what else was going on. Her family had already parted their ways for the day, except for her dad whom she would be helping later that day. There seemed to be some sort of special occasion going on, a handful of tables away from where she sat. "Brfday?" She mumbled through a mouthful of some sort of meat.

Lifting a heavy brow her father glanced over. "Does appear that way. It's the, ehm..." He snapped his fingers in an attempt to remember. "Ah yes, the Doomhammer family." He nodded a bit, not realizing his daughter was only half paying attention. He had accepted the fact that she only ever 'half' listened to anything said.

Swallowing she shot up. "I love birthdays! There's more food!"

"Wait, Spitnose don't-" She was already marching past the tables. "-eat their food too." A heavy sigh escaped him. "I swear I have a dragon for a daughter." With a shake of his head, he stood up. He would tell her he was heading out, but he knew she wouldn't hear anyways so decided to save his breath. She was smart enough to figure out where he would be when she was finally done bothering other people.

Strutting towards them, much like a rooster after a hen he desired, Spit wore a large grin and determination that you could drown in. Upon reaching them, she slammed her flat palms down on the table. "SO!" She grinned, looking through them. She was quite obviously the youngest here, and by a decent amount of years. "Who's lucky day is it?" She had no idea what had actually been happening only moments ago, her ridiculously large grin was proof enough of that.

Captain oblivious to the rescue.
Not.

[Boom and Lockjaw]

Boom, of course, couldn't help but delight in the awkward silence that Kenna hated simply because Kenna visibly hated it. As the conundrum and chaos seemed to wind down, sneering over the lip of her mead with a gleam to her eye.
"You uncomfortable?" Boom asked this already knowing the answer, her predatory flash of teeth clear behind the mug. Boom was up to no good, alright. "You haven't had a bite to eat."
This was meant to bait Hurricane and it worked perfectly. The comment was met with Hurricane's horror, complete with a theatrical but heartfelt gasp as she registered her daughter's words as true - Kenna hadn't had a bite of anything yet.

"You're too young to waste away!" Hurricane all but wailed, looking at Kenna with clear concern. "Is the food not to your liking? We can change up the menu -"
Hurricane's melodramatic deluge of questions was cut short by an inquiring young voice and new set of hands on the table. Hurricane and the rest of the Doomhammers turned to regard Spitnose silently for a few seconds.

Hurricane was the first one to return the girl's broad grin, smiling a megawatt smile back at her as she put a beefy arm around Kenna's more delicate shoulders and nudged the blond woman affectionately. "Oh, it's Kenna's big day!"
"Yeah, 'cause now she's really old." Boom added, not letting the mood go so easily, though she favored Spitnose similarly to how she might appraise a weapon - and decided on an opinion with a one-syllable chuckle and a self-important smirk that could go either way.
"Would you like to stay for the food and festivities, dearheart?" Hurricane winked at Spitnose as she steamrolled over Boom's sour comment, clearly inviting the young girl who was mostly a stranger in for the fun.

"Hey, Spit." Bloodswift greeted with a little wave from his corner of the table - he was closer to her age, so of course he would know her - and had a casual smile that was welcoming enough. "Kenna is a family friend, and she's a great blacksmith."
"More like a great pain in the ass." Boom amended, reaching out for a slab of smoked meat to content herself with.

[Kenna Sigmundr]

Kenna winced slightly when Boom made her comment. She knew exactly what the girl had intended to cause by that comment, and it happened exactly as they both expected.

“No, it’s fine Mrs Doomhammer.” The Blacksmith said as Hurricane started to dote, “I just hadn’t started yet,” she awkwardly started eating. At that point a young girl had walked over to their table and asked with of them the birthday was for. Hurricane told her it was Kenna and Boom commented on her age again. Kenna shot her a look before smiling at Spitnose.

She stayed silent though as they invited the girl to sit with them, just continuing to eat and drink. She was kind of wanting to get this breakfast over as fast as possible now. She liked being with the Doomhammers but Boom was being even worse than usual. (Kenna thinks she is at least, it’s probably just she’s tired and so taking it more badly than usual xD)

She smiled at Bloodswift’s comment and had even tried to guess Boom’s ‘witty response’ to it before she said it. Kenna was wrong, but she’d tried guess.

(sorry for the lack of stuff, I’m not entirely sure what to have kenna do other than feel very awkward xD)

[Spitnose]

You know those times, where you feel like you are interrupting something? Well Spitnose wasn't having one of those moments right now. She was however mesmerized by the smells of the various creations upon the table. She was having a difficult time keeping her tongue and saliva inside her mouth.

"Oh, it's Kenna's big day!" A vague inkling of recognition sparked in her mind, Spit didn't really know any one her family didn't deal with. And since her parents mostly sent her brother to deal with smithy stuff she didn't know many of them.

"Yeah, 'cause now she's really old." Her gaze drifted over to Boom. Now here was some one too loud to only just hear a little bit about them. Spit had been considering saying something along the lines of 'Congrats on growing up!' but something inside her decided it would be a good idea to stay out of it.

"Would you like to stay for the food and festivities, dearheart?" This comment however, her grin grew once more to the point it might crack her face. "I would love to!" She paused, and blinked, wrinkling her nose a bit "Thanks, uh... ma'am." She wasn't good at the whole 'being polite' thing. But if it got her more food, than by all means bring on the politeness!

"Hey, Spit." She turned her head, only just hearing the voice. "Oh hey!" She walked over to him and sat down in an empty gap. It was always fun to see some familiar faces, considering she barely knew any one at the table.

"Kenna is a family friend, and she's a great blacksmith." Casually grabbing food she nodded a bit. Blinking, she looked at Kenna. She didn't seem to want to be here. But Spit couldn't figure out why to save her life, there was good food! Why would any one want to leave? She never once thought that perhaps, it was the company that had gone sour and not the food.

Even as Booms comment faintly reached her, she couldn't put one and one together. Or perhaps she did, but the answer wasn't two but instead fried dough. "Yo-no." She muffled through a full mouth once more. "Yo-donsht look vherhy happy." She swallowed and wiped her mouth off. "I thought Birthdays were meant to be fun?" The look on her face was genuine confusion, but was slightly thrown askew by the constant gnawing. "Maybe if you come down to the boat, my dad will throw you off it a couple times. That's how we celebrate!" No one is quite sure where the strange tradition came from. Or why, but it just stuck. And Spit loved it, she was always last to get out of the water. She choked a bit, before coughing up what appeared to be a bone. Blinking, she grabbed it and began to gnaw, as if that was completely normal. 

[[giving kenna things to do/respond to hopefully aaaa]]