Call of Nature [Beornwyn]

[Woodrot & Garlic Surprise]

Time and Date:: Early morning, winter
Weather:: Cold morning air, dry and bright
Previous Threads?:: N/A

The crisp morning air filled the forest, proud trees standing tall against the morning sun. Shadows danced across the forest floor as wildlife began it's waking routine. Everything was calm, and in it's place. For now.

But nothing stayed calm when a Viking became involved, and it just so happened two were being added into the morning mix. The smaller of the two, tall and gangly with limbs to spare, had wandered off through the underbrush. Thorns tugging at the fabric of his clothes like little hands trying to hold him back. But nothing stopped him when he was in the forest. Except maybe dragons, they were pretty good at stopping him dead in his tracks. But that was why he had asked the larger of them to come along. While Woodrot was build much like a twig, his traveling companion was made of tougher stuff.

And it was certainly a pleasant change for the scrawny man to not have to constantly glance over his shoulder. He had decided that this was far enough away from Berk that he would need the help, but had almost been too scared to ask any one. He was glad he had mustered up the courage to finally ask some one, because all the new things he was seeing made this trip worth it. Every so often he would pull out a small leather-bound book, jotting down notes, making sketches. Some times he would pull out a small pouch and scrape parts off a plant, mostly seeds or cuttings, with intent of growing it back home. Others he would outright uproot the plant, putting some dirt and it's base into a sack which in turn went into his larger bag of things. "Fascinating!" He observed a brightly coloured flower which appeared to be slowly unfurling it's petals, encouraged by the morning sun.

The fact that any plants lived at this time of year was so exciting to him, and probably only him. Not even the threat of icy wings could deter him now. "Ooh nettle!" He hadn't found any new nettles since his plant had died in an unfortunate Terror accident. But... he also wasn't prepared to remove it from the ground. At least not with out his hand getting extremely itchy. Oh well, what was life with out a bit of risk? Plant related risks only though... nothing actually risky. In fact, let's just forget the word risk. Yeah, that worked just fine for him. But he quickly cleared his head of that and focused on the plant before him. 

Clearing away the debris from the base of the plant, he made a contorted face as he tried to get to the base with out any barbs brushing his bare arms. More than he had expected planted themselves in him though, making this harder than it had to be. But he managed to uproot the plant, and get the roots and some dirt into a sack. "I can't feel my fingers..." He put the plant into his bag, experimentally flexing his fingers. They twitched, slightly but otherwise no response. "Good... great." He went to put his hand on his leg to assist with standing, but instead his hand slipped and he stumbled forward slightly, head clonking into a tree. "Nnhg... okay. Enough of that."

He rubbed his head and grumbled. Maybe now was a good time to join back up. He continued to flex his fingers, until the tingling went away and they moved normally. 

[Beornwyn Veen]

    Morning? Sure who didn't like to be up early in the morning, no really. There was nothing wrong being up this early. How about winter? Sure who doesn't love the cold, but then again your in the archipelago of freezing blocks of ice, and that's not even the icebergs. But early morning and winter put together? Well the meaning of 'winter is coming' sure does knock you straight in the face with that one.

    Beornwyn had agreed to tag along with one of Berks herbalists, or from what he could gather, the only herbalist. Though of course he was excluding Luna from that category even though she did her fair share of collecting and using herbs herself, likewise with Curtis. But Beorn kept his brother and his girlfriend in the healer category.

    What was it that Beornwyn had been dragged along for was the question he had been tossing around in his head. So far all he has been is just some extra company to talk to, cause it seemed that that was all they were doing until Wood got carried off looking through different assortments of plant life they began to stumble upon. Beorn never really had a fascination for plants, that was an obvious fact. The only time they had ever became part of his fascinations was in the landscape as a whole, other than that the plants can bite him for all he cared.

    Beorn continued to watch the slightly older male as he bounced along grabbing every which and so plant he wanted to bring back. Just by looks, the long knotted and messed hair, the physique, and other factors could point in the direction that Woodrot was a herbalist, much less a warrior of any kind as it would seem. But Beorn kept his comments to himself, though its not like it would take any skin off his nose if Wood got offended by his comments by chance.

    When Woodrot fell to the ground twice, Beorn rolled his eyes and smirked to himself. He walked up behind the male and slipped his hands under Woods arm and lifted him up onto his feet - which didn't require too much effort out of him granted it was almost like picking Sven up, which weight wise, he was all to used to. "So what is it were doing out here aside from you know.. picking up random plants and sticking them in a bag eh? " Beorn commented as he looked around the area, "Pretty dull place. Just forest and flat land for as far as the eye can see. Well, until the sea of course." Beorn laughed at his own comment and looked back to Woodrot, "Soooooo?"

[Woodrot & Garlic Surprise]

To say he was surprised when he was hoist upright, would likely be a very large understatement. He almost panicked, assuming he was under attack. His muscles relaxed as he realized that it wasn't some wild beast grabbing him, but in fact just a helping hand. "Thanks..." He managed to squeak out, still trying to regain any composure he had. But he had to stop, brushing his vest off a bit at the question.

Why where they out here? Straightening up he glanced at Beornwyn. "Like, a specific reason?" Of course that's what the other meant, he immediately wished he hadn't said that and felt a bit silly. Clearing his throat a bit, pulling upon what courage he could muster, he tried to plan out the best answer he could. "I need to get my supplies back up before the snow kills everything off." He stared at his hands, making sure his fingers still worked properly. "I'm not much use with out my plants." He gave a nervous laugh, followed by a sheepish grin. It was the painful truth of the matter. If not for his all natural remedies, he offered nothing to the village.

He gave his head another rub, glancing around. "It may be flat and empty, but a lot of plants like that..." And frankly, the less adventuring he had to do through ditches and over mountains the better. "And dragons..." He added solemnly, a slight shudder shaking him. He let out a faint huff, and tried to let the thoughts pass. Patting his bag a bit, he grinned with confidence. "Once my bag is full we can head back." It was a little over halfway now, and they had hardly spent any time out at all. That was why they had left so early, he would need the rest of the day to transfer any plants to their new home in his home and care for any of the older plants that were still growing strong.

Turning his head to the horizon, he picked a direction, heading more towards the low hanging sun. "This way should be good, I've never gone far this direction." He hadn't really ever been out this far, but he usually didn't face the sun when he was gathering because of the blinding light. His steady pace moved him along, eyes darting about faster than a dragon after a fish. But in his search for plants, he completely ignored what was directly beneath him. Foot sinking down, he glanced down at the sudden drop. His stomach leaped into his throat when he noticed what it was. He stepped out of it, backing up a bit. "D-dragon track." It wasn't terribly fresh, but fresh enough the reptile could still be lurking in the area. He looked almost as scared as he would if he had actually seen a dragon, and seemed to refuse to go further in that direction.

He knew he had to go further, for the villages sake he had to go further. Or maybe for the sake of proving he wasn't a total pansy. One of the two. "Do you know w-what kind of dragon would make that?" Hopefully not something horrifyingly dangerous. Then again, what dragon wasn't?

[Beornwyn Veen]

    Beorn gave a slight nod of the head at the thanks from Wood. He listened curiously as his questions were answered, and long story short, he was basically here watching him collect a bunch of stuff for himself. Whatever, that didn't bother him, he was just happy to be out and about doing something productive-ish.

    "I could have spent the day doing nothing with Hermes, and you dragged me here?" Delemia spoke annoyingly to Beorn from behind his back. Beorn looked back to the ambassador that stalked him from behind and rolled his eyes at him, "Cause you haven't done that since like.. the moment we have set down on Berk right?" Delemia snorted at him, because it was true most likely, but Beornwyn could understand that he would rather be hanging around his mate than with him and some weird plant guy he's never met before.

    Beornwyn followed Wood, just going along with the walking in all kinds of directions. But it wasn't until something had finally caught his eye, and woodrot pointed it out as well. The dragon tracks on the ground weren't too fresh, but that's as much as Beorn could tell. He gave a little wave to Delemia to the tracks and the Ambassador walked up to the tracks and gave them a sniff, "They are fresh, but they aren't of very recent. We should be fine." Delemia told Beorn before looking over to Woodrot. "We will be fine and no idea what dragon would make those steps to be honest. " Beorn translated to Woodrot

[Woodrot & Garlic Surprise]

Building up the courage, he stepped over the track carefully as to not trip in it. He turned his head slightly as the other companion started making noises. Apparently Beornwyn could understand it, and seemed to give the dragon a response. He hadn't been keen on the idea of the idea of a dragon joing them but he did see the pros of it being here. He also realize that adressing the dragon as 'it' out loud probably wasn't a good idea and kept his thoughts bottled tightly up inside.

But his comment on the tracks made the herbalist let out a sigh if relief. It was a small relief, but enough that he felt confident enough to continue on his way. He knew it could still be out there, and darts weren't terribly good on short notice. Then again he could always blow one down it's throat as it ate him. The very thought of that made him shudder. "O-okay, if you're sure." He could spot a few more tracks to the left, and made a point to go slightly to the right instead. Much to his dismay, the tracks seemed to take a turn and cut directly infront of him.

Beyond that, there was several damaged trees. One completely uprooted, and others with deep claw marks. The dirt churned up, and thrown around in various directions. "I-is this r-recent too?" He stared at what seemed to be the carnage of a battle, one that very clearly involved a dragon or two. He walked to a clawed tree, placing his palm on the bark. "They go pretty d-deep..." Whatever had done this meant business. He swallowed back his fear. In his concern, he failed to note scraps of netting hanging from branches above. It had been no normal skirmish of territory, or food. No it had been trappers. Either brave, or stupid, they had caught something here and since made off with their haul. Woodrot had never seen dragon traps, or the the aftermath of them, but the entire scene felt eerie to him none-the-less.

As his fingers drifted over the claw marks he looked away from it. He didn't want to be here. If something bad happened, who's to say it wouldn't happen again. As he began to leave the tree, he did spot some stray scales on the ground. It only confirmed what he didn't want to know. Dragons had been here. He picked one up, curiously and looked it over. It as firm, and yet malleable and might prove useful later. He had never bothered to check out dragon scales before, since usually they were still close to the dragon that had left them.

"I'm sorry if you're bored..." He sighed again, this time more out of dissapointment with himself. "I always find these trips excit-" He was cut off as something caught his eye. Everything about him stopped, his motion, his speech, and even his breathing for a second. "I've never seen anything like that before." He jumped down a small ledge of earth, sliding on his boots as the ground sloped towards a smaller mound. Small leaves poked out the top of the mound of dirt, and he brushed around them to get an idea the scale of the bulb beneath. "It's massive!" Giddy like a young child over a new play thing, he began to shovel clumps of dirt aside with his arms. "Could you lend a hand?" He waved Beornwyn down, grinning at his find. Sure he had just jumped down a shallow ravine to dig up some plant, but he couldn't help himself.

It was important, and he could feel it in his bones. And recording the data he gathered from it would be the most excitement he had had in a long time.

[Beornwyn Veen]

    Beornwyn kept walking along with Woodrot, not really paying attention at some points so any real minor talk slipped by him undetected. But it wasn't until they came to an area where there were damaged trees, one of them being uprooted with claw marks. Beornwyn looked to Delemia curiously with a raised eyebrow, the Ambassador dropped his head as if he was giving a shrug to his human counter-part. "Not sure if they are recent. Probably better if we don't stick around for too long as is just incase." He suggested before they kept going.

    "Eh. Whether I'm bored or not it's not like there's anything better for me to be doing right? " He commented before watching Woodrot get excited about something. Beorn couldn't see what could be so interesting at first, but it was soon pointed out to him when Woodrot asked if he could lend a hand. He smirked and rolled his eyes, "How about you do the dirt digging and I'll do the lifting instead eh? I don't feel like getting dirty if I don't need to." Whether the other male agreed to his terms or not, he stood by and waited for the herbalist to finish digging out he object of intrigue.

    He took his time making his way down the shallow ravine, not being as quick and brash as Woodrot had been on his way down the slope. He felt himself begin to loose footing half way down and he digged the heels of his boots into the earth, but that didn't held because the ground was harder than he expected, as he began to fall forward he felt a tug that brought him back to his feet stable. He looked back and smiled as he saw Delemia with his cloak in the dragons maw, "See? You are useful." Beornwyn smirked as he patted the Ambassadors nose and finished his way to the bottom of the slope.

    Walking over to Woodrot he saw the object from beneath the ground begin to show its self. It was odd for a moment, how could a plant have a base that big? Even Beornwyn had assumed it wasn't a normal thing, but he didn't question it and let Woodrot keep on digging.

[Woodrot & Garlic Surprise]

Pulling aside dirt and rock, Woodrot glanced back. "Y-yeah okay." He didn't understand why any one wouldn't want to get dirty, wonderful things came out of the dirt! But he didn't protest, he really didn't want to start anything. Especially not with the bird dragon not far away.

He barely noticed Beornwyn coming down the slope, trying to free the remainder of the bulb from the earth. "It's massive!" He straightened up, brushing his hands off. "A new type of tree perhaps." Looking at the small leaves sprouting from the top, he figured it had to be a tree of some sorts. "Perhaps a dragon was going to eat it and dropped it here, a tree from another island!" The thought was thrilling, and the herbalist couldn't wait to get it back to his home to study. "And to think I wanted to turn back!" He laughed nervously, but stopped and frowned a bit. "O-okay. Home time I g-guess now."

His pack wasn't full of much else, but this bulb was new and strange. Rot had no idea what it needed to live or grow. The longer it wasn't in the ground or near water the more likely it was to wither away. And that was the last thing he wanted to happen. "T-thanks for your h-help." Rot spat out rather suddenly. The need to show gratitude was almost like an impulse. Also to stay on every ones good side so he didn't get the snot beat out of him. A deep exhale and he looked at the slope they had both just slid down. Frowning a bit he realized that getting back up would be a bit more challenging than getting down.