Some Things Are Better Left Alone [OPEN]

[Spitnose]

Some Things Are Better Left Alone, in which Spitnose offers a 'helping hand'

Time and Date:: Winter, mid-morning, snoggletog preperations underway
Weather:: Slightly overcast
Previous Threads?:: N/A

"Spitnoooooose!" The booming voice echoed through the whole house, the stench of something evil was coming from below. "What in Odin's name are you doing down there?" The tired fisherman stumbled down the stairs to see what his nightmare of a child was up to. "What is that?" His cheeks turned a slight shade of green when the full brunt of the stench hit him.

"I'm making drinks dad!" She was stiring something in the cauldron sat slightly off center. "It's gunna be great!" If her grin was any wider, it would be going off her face. The was most certainly the source of the stench, and with each turn of the ladle it only got stronger.

"Oh are you dear?" Now, he worked with fish. Fish smelt bad. But this, this smelt like death itself. Worse than a ten day old fish, left in the sun. "Maybe... you should not do that. Hmmm?" He put a hand on her shoulder, staring at the lumpy pale concoction se called a drink. He dreaded to think what she might make if he asked for a stew.

"Aw dad but it's going to be great! I found some super old recipies!" She grumbled staring at his hand. She contempalted biting it, but decided agaisnt it. "Mom said I could make whatever I wanted." She released the laddle and folded her arms. "And I want to make this." A bubble formed at the surface, bursting releasing more of the foul stink. She stumbled a bit as her father started to move away from it, taking her with him.

"I'm sure that's not what she meant when she said that." He hoped that wasn't what she meant. His wife knew as well as he that their daughter should not be trusted with any sort of food preperation.
"Now come on, I'm taking your brother out with me today." He gave her shoulder a tight squeeze. "Maybe you can see if any one else needs your help." The young girl grumbled and stared at her shuffling feet. "You can make your drink later dear." He was likely going to dump it out when she left, he didn't want that smell stinking up the house again.

"But-" Before she could say any more she found herself being shoved out the front door. "Bu-" The door was closed in her face. "Daaaaaad." She stamped a foot and turned. Why did she have to go searching for people to help? If they needed it they would come to her! Swinging her leg back, she kicked the door. There was no response. "Fiiiiiine. I'll go do something." She groaned and glanced back at the door before starting to walk. "Like go climb a tree." A small laugh escaped her. She began a slow stroll away, past other homes. Most of the village was out and about, the sound of people getting ready for the celebration filled the air.

Most of the sounds didn't reach her, but she could certainly see the dust kicked up by people darting about. Her idle path took her to where the 'tree' was being assembled. Her face skewed as a grin began to grow. "I'm gunna climb it." Every year, she tried to climb the Snoggletog tree. And with out fail, every time some one stopped her. Cracking her knuckles, she laughed a bit and rolled her shoulders. "Just try and stop me this time!"

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    Eira stumbled through the village towards her house, trying to peer around the pile of logs she was carrying. Berk was always cold, but it especially got annoying in the winter months when she had to go cut down logs and start fires herself. She could always ask somebody for their dragon's help, but she almost enjoyed the work starting a fire herself took. However, she couldn't deny that having a dragon to help would be a lot more efficient.

    As Eira passed by the snoggletog tree, she tried to think of preparations she could do herself. She would need something to do after starting a small fire and warming her house up, but she wasn't sure what she could do to help. Everybody had something to do, and nearly nobody was home. The ViT was snapped out of her thoughts as she heard rustling in the tree above her. She backed up a few steps and saw the figure of another small ViT she recognized as Spitnose just in time to hear her say "Just try and stop me this time!" 

    "Well, if you insist," Eira called back, laying down her log pile by her feet. She put her hands on her hips, looking up to watch Spitnose. A part of her wanted to join the younger ViT up in the tree, but she knew she was too old to be doing those kinds of things. If she got caught, she would be scolded even more so than Spitnose. "You really shouldn't be up there you know, the others will be angry if they find out you were messing with the tree."

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He didn't know how he'd gotten stuck in this position; only that it'd happened, and that he was ridiculously bitter about it. A week's worth of plundering tinder with Plume had apparently been an insufficient contribution to the village-wide Snoggletog prep, so instead of being given a break once his dragon had flown the coop, his father had insisted that he "Find something else to do. You know, to keep yourself busy."

He could have been busy sleeping, thank you very much. But apparently, testing the fire for the hall's hearth was more important than napping. It figured.

The trek to the into town from the family mill was a long one. Stopping short in the village center to rest and take in the sights, he moved to lean against one of the stone outcroppings around the Great Tree and tried to drop a little bit of tension. Being glum about his assignments would only make them more tedious, he half-realized, and finding some way to enjoy himself sounded infinitely better than spending next few hours being a grump.

He'd almost been too wrapped up in his own thoughts to notice a young girl eyeing up the Great Tree -- splinters and rusty nails intact -- and another, slightly older lady trying to confer that climbing it might not've been the best idea. Were any adults around to try and stop this from happening?

It took him a second to realize that he was an adult, and very much old enough to be reprimanded if he stood by and let a student accidentally hurt herself.

"You know," he called out, eventually working himself a little bit closer to the duo, "you're either going to come down and get yelled at, or fall off and break your everything. Is it really worth it?"

[ooc; hope that it's okay to jump in! ;v;]

[Spitnose]

With determination in her step, and a spring to her knees Spitnose found herself ready to haul herself to the very top. Sheilds served as good footholds, and great places to grab. She hadn't gotten terribly far when she heard a voice. Head turning slightly she blinked, trying to catch what they were saying.

"You really shouldn't be up there you know, the others will be angry if they find out you were messing with the tree." She laughed a bit at this. "Let them be! I'm not going to break it or anything." Not intentionally at least. Besides she didn't want to waste her burst of courage by not climb it. That would just be silly.

She made it almost a foot higher when another voice joined the first. She would have turned her head once more, but her hand caught on a stray nail, for some reason pointing outwards instead of in. Who's great idea was that?! "You know," She gave her hand a bit of a shake and tried to listen to the voice behind her. While the first had sounded closer to her age, this new voice sounded a bit older. "you're either going to come down and get yelled at, or fall off and break your everything. Is it really worth it?"

Pausing she looked at her now bleeding hand. Then up the tree, and back at her hand. Worth it? "Totally worth it!" She had never fallen off before, and didn't plan on doing so now! But her right arm was already feeling the strain, she wasn't sure she could make it back down if she did get to the top. And there weren't exactly any dragons to help get her down. She did have her shield to hopefully break any falls, but even that might do more damage than help.

"Look, I got this."As she spoke those words her footing slipped slightly. A faint yelp escaped as she caught herself once more. "It'll be fine!" 'Hopefully...' What was life with out a little bit of risk after all? And with how jumpy she was, the chance of falling was actually pretty high. Initially the adrenaline of the climb had killed her senses, just keep going, but now she realized how frayed her nerves really were. And scare could make her jump, and let go. When she climbed in the forest, there were never any people to alarm her, but here in the literal village center it was quite the opposite.

But all that didn't matter, because her determination was burning hotter than Nadder fire. She continued her upward journey, and neither of the two here could halt her progress! Or at least nothing they had said had convinced her to stop.

[OOC: You are more than welcome to join :o the more the merrier heheh.]