The Feast [OPEN]

[Halldor Frodison]

COME ONE, COME ALL!

Time and Date:: December 24, evening
Weather:: festive nice kind of snowing but its still really cold
Previous Threads?:: n/a

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Months of preparation. Lots of organising. Lots of disasters. Several Scratchet incidents. But finally, they were here. It was the great Snoggletog feast.

Since days of old, Snoggletog had now even more celebrations than before - with the discovery of dragons breeding, they now celebrated Snoggletog, and then the return of the dragons which would happen later (maybe our newyear's eve? lol). Then some poor bloke would have the 'honour' of sailing to snoggletog island to collect the babies and bring them back, only to scurry and eat all the food that they needed for oncoming devastating winter.

It was a lot to think about. Though this was a time for relaxing and having fun, being Halldor's first snoggletog as chief made it very difficult. He was paranoid something was going to go horribly wrong, and he couldn't walk two feet without being swarmed by other villagers. Don't get him wrong; he was honoured to be chief, but it was just so.... Overwhelming. He wished he could be once again your run-of-the-mill dragon rider, but that was no longer going to be the case, and he knew he couldn't dwell on it.

He smiled and nodded as he made small talk. This was going to be a long night.

[Woodrot & Garlic Surprise]

While the whole 'social' thing was beyond him, Woodrot felt it was some sort of duty to show up to these sorts of things. Especially now that he had... five mouths to feed. He still shuddered at the thought, and was trying his best to ignore the beast in his hair. The from the hall was certainly inticing, and he smiled a bit. Maybe this evening was going to be okay.

His mind changed as soon as he stepped through the door, seeing just how many people were already here. He swallowed, limbs shaking as he slowly entered. Eyes darting around, he noticed a fairly unused table and wandered over to it. The chief was far to busy for him to try and interact with, but he did mumble a greeting and offer a small wave as he passed by. Taking a seat he looked around, everything was so... nice. Except for the hoards of other vikings in the room.

A faint yelp escaped him as the dragon tumbled from his head, landing with a thump on the table. The heads were all blinking, and yawning. Apparently she had been asleep this whole time. But the smells had certainly awoken her, and as each head shook itself into the world of the living, they were instantly chirping, and clicking their jaws. «Food!» «Smells good!» One head took to tugging at Rot's hair. «Want some!» While the other three were searching for the source of the smells. "N-no!" He yanked her back, getting four looks of distress. "D-dragons don't go on the t-table." He scooted back a bit in his seat, letting her sit on his lap. "Don't make this any harder on me than it has to be."

Confused, the small dragon accepted her seat on his lap, still trying to explore with nostrils and eyes. Everything in here was so new and exciting, but mommy didn't want her leaving and so she stayed. For now.

[Ira Teallach]

"Alrigh' out o' th' way, OUTTA TH' WAY!" A large man bellowed into the Great Hall, light flickering off his leather armor. He was guiding a cart of casks into the hall, a small cart but it still carried huge harbingers of rich, meady goodness. The man was Haldor Teallach, patriarch of the Teallach Family Brewery. Though recently since retired (that was a laugh, what Viking ever retired from brewing), he still wasn't about to miss one of the great feasting events of the year.

Behind him was a taller woman carrying an armful of bottles and steins. She had a long braid of fiery red hair and a kind set to her dark eyes. Tanned and muscular but not overly toned, she definitely stood out among others. Smiling, she seemed a little wary around so many people but that quickly went away when she started passing out steins to anyone not holding one. Which wasn't many, but still. Ira Teallach, the brewmaster's daughter and a spitfire under normal circumstances, was in great spirits whenever drink was around. Hoisting up the casks, her dad tapped into them and began pouring huge flagons of Winter Mix mead, a brew that combined several flavors with the honey that warmed the bones during the cold. The fires were stoked and the scent of food was in the air. Ira grinned as her dad started making chat with some of the nearby warriors. Reminiscing about the old days, perhaps.

The woman spotted the young man sitting relatively alone with the dragon and swallowed before walking over, shoving worry from mind. "Here..." She slid a pint of the mix over to him and smiled. "Happy Snoggletog. Enjoy yourself." Looking up, she noticed the chief. She could have sworn he was almost... tired? Nah, couldn't be. Even though hell if he didn't have half the town talking about him and the other half wanting his attention. Shaking her head, she grabbed one of her dad's larger empty flagons and filled it with the mead. There were various other ales too, a rarity considering all had to have their various components imported. But her dad had managed to make it work for a while so why couldn't she?

Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she waited until she was tired of waiting and then muscled through the throng of villagers towards the chief. Bowing her head low, she smiled. "Brewmaster Ira Teallach, my lord! Here. Please take this with our compliments and blessing." She offered him the massive stein with a smile on her lips.

[Fern & Nima]

Laying awake in bed, one girl closed her eyes with a sigh. Outside she could see the dim torchlight and hear the cheering banter of vikings celebrating. But what was there to celebrate? The dragons were gone, weren't they? Indeed, depression had taken over the young girls mind; her train of thought was all over her dragon... Where she was, if she was alright, when she'd be back... But somewhere along the way as she lay there, a brief, flickering thought crossed her mind; a single word, or rather a name... Jokul. It was enough to light her face with a smile, though not much of one, yet a smile all the same. She could have sworn the day with him a while back had been perfect. Perhaps he would be at the feast? With this thought in mind, she hopped out of bed and changed into a sweater and pants. She quickly gave herself a once over, before darting down the stairs and heading out of the hut, towards the Great Hall.

Along the way she heard many chattering voices, all chipper. She came to the Great Hall behind a crowd of older adults, hustling and bustling her way through until she got inside. To her surprise, despite the Great Hall being so big, it was filled to the brim with vikings. Her eyes quickly searched over the faces, briefly going over Woodrot; to her surprise she saw four heads on the table, belonging to a dragon. The little thing couldn't be all that old, and this made her smile a little. Next her eyes landed on the chief, who stood at the front of the hall. Averting her eyes, she found herself peering over to a duo of vikings who were bringing in a cart full of ales and meades. She smiled a little, heading over towards them. She picked a nonalcoholic beverage, or at least one that didn't seem to have any in it, and flipped a coin onto the cart as she plucked it off of them. It was then she realized she was standing before the chief, and quickly looked down.

"Er, evening, um, sir. I'll just... be.. going..." She said quietly, her tones quick and nervous. She quickly moved over to the table where Woodrot sat and sat a few sections away from him. Once more her eyes lifted to peer around the room, wondering if she could spot Jokul. Upon not finding his figure in the crowd, she sighed and looked down, stirring her ale with on finger. This might just prove to be a long night, after all.

[Jokul & Starkad]

"Do I have to go, mom?" Jokul drawled out. "You know how social activities and Starkad don't mix, right?"

"Don't give me that. You're going because your father and I are going."

He rolled his eyes. "Plus... There may be a certain young lady that'll want to see you." She didn't need to say anything more to imply whom she was talking about. "Mom! Really? I've told before, she's only a friend!"

"For now, at least."

He scoffed at his mother and threw his hands in the air, giving up. "You ready to go, Kari? Jokul?" His father stepped in from the next room, no doubt hearing the short argument beforehand. "Seeing as I have no choice in the matter-"

An elbow to his ribs made his words stop short. "Yes." He wheezed.

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Once the family of three, plus a dragon, made it past the outer layer of the crowd, Jokul's mother and father practically abandoned him without warning. He ran his had down his forehead in frustration. "They force me to go, then feed me to the wolves."

Starkad followed her rider through the hall, twisting and turning around the larger vikings. But she'd managed to get separated from him when three children started asking to touch her. Obviously, being one of the few dragons left on Berk, she was going to get attention from somewhere, not that she minded entertaining the young humans. In fact, she found it more fun than bugging her rider.

Even with his eyesight, Jokul easily maneuvered himself to a table on the edge of the hall. He honestly didn't even see the other occupant of the table until he heard squeaks and clicks, only translating to a few coherent dragonese words. 

The teenager picked his head up and spotted an older man at the table. Jokul's brows drew closer in confusion. He was so sure the noises were made from a dragon, but all he saw was a man. Another gurgle brought his attention down to the viking's lap, where a small, brightly colored dragon sat.

His blurry vision made it difficult to determine its breed, but the number of draconic voices he heard pretty much told him it was a snaptrapper. "Got your hands full I see." He smirked before sighing and gazing out into the crowd.

He laughed aloud when he found Starkad's brightly colored scales changing colors, and her quiet growls, "Hey! No! Don't sit on me! I'M supposed to that to do YOU!!"

Oh how the tables have turned, Starkad... He thought.

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[-I couldn't resist putting some of Jokul's family life at the beginning- And the three kids are random NPCs, so anybody can take control of them if they'd like.]

[Halldor Frodison]

As more people trickled in, people kept coming and going to greet the Chief. Though he wouldn't dare admit it, he was glad that the more socially inept members of the village were attending, the pressure of feeling like he wasn't the only one uncomfortable was... comforting.

Suddenly the banter was interrupted as the hall doors smashed open and a pair with a huge cart full of barrels came through; people began to swarm over there. Of course, the Teallach family were renowned for their drinks, why wouldn't they take this opportunity to share their drinks here?

Haldor's daughter, Ira, approached him and introduced herself formall. He chuckled slightly. "Please, there's no need for formalities! This is supposed to be a party! Here, help yourself to some food!" He grabbed a plate of finger food and offered it first to Ira, then to others around his circle, finishing on Fern, the young ViT. She shied away, however and left to sit at a table. After everyone had taken their share, he took one for himself before placing the plate back on the table.

"By the looks of things, you've had a good year, Ira!" He said, loud enough so people in the circle could hear. He knew he would help himself to a drink as well later, but he thought best to wait, when he could shake off the group of Vikings with food, drink and music.

[Woodrot & Garlic Surprise]

Rot heard a commotion erupt behind him, craning his neck slightly to attempt and catch a glimpse. He couldn't quite see through a wall of vikings crowding around the entrance to the hall. A small shake of his head and he passed it off as something he probably wasn't interested in any ways. But as he began to assume it was nothing to bother with a voice caught him. Blinking he looked to the side to see Ira with a drink in hand. "A-ah. Thanks! Y-you as well." He mustered a shaken smile, as he brought the brew up to taste. It was quite good, a nice feeling in his otherwise empty gut. But the moment Garlic noticed him drinking, she naturally had to try some. Each head attempted to get at the drink all at once, but distressed squealing escaped her as she couldn't manage. Instead three pulled back and she ended up taking turns. "O-oh.. okay. I guess I n-needed more dragon spit in my d-diet..." He put it aside and sighed.

He took another sip, face contorting slightly as he could clearly taste whatever Garlic had eaten last in his drink. But as he lifted his head from it he heard another voice. Clearly meaning Garlic. "Y-you have no idea..." She cooed and gurgled slightly, heads bobbing. She was pleased with how much attention they were getting tonight, more than she usually got. She was glad that they weren't in the thick of it though. So many new faces, all talking and moving about with loud noises, she wasn't sure that was something she could handle. However her thoughts of the larger groups of people were drowned out when she heard another dragon voice. Chirping she crawled over Woodrot, perching on his head. "H-hey!" Ignoring his obvious discomfort at the situation she scanned the hall. It wasn't difficult to miss them and she let out a happy chirp and jumped from Rots head, tiny wings spread out to try and catch a bit of air so she didn't completely tumble to the ground.

Left to drink his dragon spit ale Woodrot stared at the ceiling. 'Oh Thor, let this be over soon.' The smell of food was tempting, but he wasn't quite sure he was ready to get up yet. And as he glanced to Garlic, he realized leaving her unsupervised was probably a horrible idea any ways.

She had begun trotting over to Starkad, clearly wanting to join in on the fun. «Hi!» However with the addition of a new dragon the children seemed to grow even more energetic. She seemed to shrink back at the sudden approach, but quickly began to coo and play. Tugging at any clothing she could reach and taunting them with a sweet scent. In the process she pounced at Starkads tail, chirping happily. «I win!» «Caught you!»

[Ira Teallach]

Ira smiled after the smaller Viking had accepted her offering. Her dad had tended to Fern with one of their less than potent ales, though of course he had to lecture her about 'ow ye shouldn't be drinkin' milk at yer age' and the like. Rolling her eyes, she made her way to the Chief and after Fern had quickly left after her introductions, she turned her attention back to Halldor. She didn't envy the poor guy a bit; as she grabbed a cheese and bread roll from the platter he offered, she considered him at length. He'd been shoved into an unenviable position and now he was trying to make the most of it. She thought he was doing a fine job, but well, she hadn't been able to look that closely to make a fair judgement. Managing a brewery had the effect of taking a lot of one's free time. As her workers-turned-waitresses for the evening proceeded around the Great Hall, she smiled at Halldor. "A great year, sir!" Okay, so dropping the formality TOTALLY would be a bit of a struggle. But hell- he WAS the Chief, wasn't he?

As people heard him, some of them began wandering off to her brew cart, as if suddenly reminded of refills. She nodded at him and smiled. It was easy to see the man was under stress and well, she sympathized with him. "Let me know if ye need anything tonight. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy yourself." She sipped at her tankard and patted his shoulder gently before wandering off to go help her dad with the brew cart. Between carefully avoiding any dragons left to linger during Snoggletog and some of the more boisterous, drunk Vikings, it was an exercise in dexterity that got her back over to that side of the Hall in the first place. She was soon wrapped up in handing out foods and bevs to the people in attendance, a smile on her face once more.

[Fern & Nima]

Upon arriving at the table, she noticed from the corner of her eyes another group of vikings entering the Great Hall. "Evening, Woodrot!" She greeted softly. Sipping her meade, she didn't think to look in that direction of the group entering the hall. That is, until a voice made her nearly choke on her meade.  A little spewed from her mouth, the rest she swallowed in one gulp, a lump suddenly resting in her throat. "J-Jokul!" She greeted in utter shock; honestly her hopes had been let down a little, she hadn't expected him to be here.. Yet there he was, talking to Woodrot. The thought occurred to her that he hadn't even seen her when he sat down; it was a possibility, wasn't it? Given the information she had gathered from their last encounter, she knew his vision wasn't up to par. Yet a smile was on her lips all the same, slowly forming, as she grabbed her meade and moved to sit next to Jokul. Her eyes went to Woodrot, as his dragon perched atop his head, peering around.

Following the dragons gaze, it wasn't hard to spot Starkad, who was surrounded by a group of kids and seemingly enjoying herself. Momentarily the infant dragon swooped down and scurried over to the group of youngsters, while Ferns gaze fell back to Jokul and Woodrot. Upon remembering their close contact in her hut, her cheeks turned a shade of pink. She looked to Jokul, "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show..."

She looked to Woodrot, "Snaptrapper, eh? Where'd you find that lil bugger?" She asked curiously, but while she was talking, beneath the table, her hand slipped over to Jokul, moving to touch his hand gently. It was almost as if she was saying I got your back without saying anything at all. While she did this she bit her lip, her cheeks still a soft pink color, yet she bit her tongue to make the color fade, a trick she had learned some time ago. Without thinking, her grip tightened slightly on Jokul's hand, as she sat trying to make small talk.

[Jokul & Starkad]

Seeing all the meade around him made Jokul feel a bit left out, but after imagining his parents with huge jugs of the stuff changed his mind. He knew very well that his mother wasn't one to hold her alcohol. She'd probably be singing and dancing in no time at all. There was a good possibility that his father would be the one dragging her home as she slurred out drunken curses too.

I have a feeling this is going to be a long night... He thought to himself. Let's just hope my mother doesn't do anything too embarrassing.

"J-Jokul!" A rushed welcome met his ears from his side. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face when he heard her. Sure, the last experience they had was a bit confusing to the teen, but he still looked forward to seeing her, despite his reluctance to accept it when his mother teased him.

"Uh, well... honestly, I was dragged into this." He propped one of is elbows up on the side of the table, having his hand hang off the edge of it. "Mostly because I'd rather not see my mother drunk. She tends to get a bit... tipsy."

Jokul should've been expecting it from her, but Fern's touch still caught him by surprise. This time though, he managed to keep the flinch from showing, and suddenly found the floor interesting to look at.

Much like her rider, Starkad was having a hard time keeping still. She also failed to see her new playmate until she caught a whiff of the sweet smell coming from one of their many mouths. She spun around and bounced in place at the sight of another dragon, no matter how young they were.

The kids surrounding them giggled and wrapped their arms around the hobblegrunt as she continued to hop up and down, making their laughs hiccup when she hit the ground. "If you can hold on long enough, then you win!"

[Woodrot & Garlic Surprise]

Taking another sip, he twitched slightly at the mention of his name. "O-oh, evening F-Fern." And he cringed a bit even more as she sputtered drink as she noticed the other younger Viking near him. He had given up watching Garlic, he was sure she was fine and he was sure he needed to focus on his own actions more than hers. And as if on queue Fern began to speak to him. "I d-dug up her egg in the f-forest." He spun the mug in his hand slightly, staring at it. But as he did he noticed Fern's face, he thought nothing of it but wondered if maybe something was up between the two? He passed the thought aside. "I d-didn't even know it was a d-dragon egg." He laughed faintly and the memory. "I t-thought it was a plant to be honest..." He smiled pleasantly, but remembering the time wasn't exactly happy days. "S-she's a bit much to deal with honestly..."

The whole experience with the young dragon was stressful on the herbalist, and he had gotten visible bags under his eyes from it. But she seemed well and fine, and that was good enough for him. Another swig of his drink and he glanced at it. He had finished that off a bit quicker than intended, frowning a bit. Shaking the thought off he grinned thinking about his family at this event. They always had fun, and had tried to include him, but he just never seemed to get it. But now, he thought maybe he could see why they liked it so much.

Garlic had already discovered the joy of it, clinging on to the older dragons tail. «Okay!» «Can still win!» «Watch!» A purring like chirp escaped her, as she was bounced about while holding as tight as she could. She unfurled her small wings, trying to slow the bounce of the tail she was attached to. She attempted to inch her way further away from the end, where she could grip better chirping all the while, keeping her heads low as not to knock against each other.

But the closer the small dragon got to the larger ones hind legs, the more force there was trying to knock her off. Each bounce found wind catching in her wings, bumping her up into the air. Claws scrambling through the air she squeaked, and let out an almost laugh like series of chirps. But after awhile, she couldn't quite keep herself centered enough to land on the Hobblegrunts back once more. She landed on the ground, quite gracefully despite how much she had been flailing. «Oops.» «Guess I lost.» She crooned happily as one of the children decided to pick her up, and scratch her gently on one of the heads. But she struggled a bit, wanting to explore more. Wriggling free, she plopped to the ground and looked around for her next adventure.

[Ira Teallach]

Ira had dipped back into the crowd to go and continue helping her serving girls with the food and drinks while her dad continued making sure no one went without a filled flagon, alcoholic fare or otherwise. The redhaired woman went about with a smile on her face, despite the fact the crowd seemed to be growing. She had taken note of the people she had spoken with and what they were favoring drinking this evening and had gone around to make certain everyone had refills.

Now she was on her way with a plate of food, large appetizers rolled up in bread with meat and cheese. She approached the table where the younger Vikings were talking with a smile on her face, even though she was still wary of the dragons that were hanging about, too small or not interested in having left for Snoggletog. She set the plates down in front of Woodrot and another near where Fern and Jokul were standing. Keeping a careful distance, she went and retrieved more of their drinks of choice for the evening. Occasionally she'd glance over at Halldor, regretting how mobbed he seemed to be getting. The woman didn't begrudge him one bit that he was trying to get away from the crowd clamoring for his attention. Not to the extent but she did know what it was like to have heavy responsibility put on one's shoulders.

Shaking her head out of her thoughts, she saw the Snaptrapper wandering away and breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the stress written on the young Viking man's face, she came over with a smile as she set a flagon down before him next to the plate of food. "Hey. Hope yer having a good time tonight. I'm Ira. Dunno if we've met formally yet." She smiled kindly at him.

[Fern & Nima]

Fern found herself averting her gaze as her hand made its way to hold Jokul's. She could feel his tension, yet this time he hadn't flinched. Chancing a glance at him, she found his gaze was on the floor. She hardly caught the words of Woodrot, but heard him say that he had found her in the woods, and that she was a bit of a handful. Her attention was diverted to the two dragons, playfully wrangling each other as young dragons do. It made her smile a little bit, and looking back to Jokul, her smile still remained. For there was a small hope rising inside her; a hope that perhaps this feast would turn out alright after all.

Having momentarily forgotten about Woodrot, she found herself a tad embarrassed when she realized there had been a rather awkward silence, partly due to her not saying anything. So it was much to her relief when when Ira came over to talk to him. I guess that worked itself out... She thought to herself, before looking to Jokul. Curious, she tilted her head at his response, "How's your snoggletog otherwise?" She asked softly. She was about to continue when the sound of a whistle came. In the corner, two vikings were standing. The whistle was coming from a man. Ferns heart pounded in her chest; she knew this song! The man continued whistling before singing...

"I'll swim and sail on savage seas..." 

Gathering up courage, Fern took the moment and got up, grabbing Jokul's hand in hopes to drag him onto the dance floor. A smile lit her face as she said excitement, "C'mon! Dance with me!"

[Jokul & Starkad]

"It's a lot different from last year, that's for sure." He brought his eyes back up to find his dragon. "Starkad certainly makes it more interesting." Jokul let a smile cover his face when he thought back to his last Snoggletog, before he'd even met Starkad. "Last year was quiet compared to this one."

As if to prove his statement, the young hobblegrunt squealed and spun around in delight. "You're good at this!" While bouncing in place, one of the kids managed to throw themselves over her shoulders, but luckily for the young dragon, they were no older than 5. The sudden weight did make her to jump a bit higher than before, causing both her 'riders' to fall off.

Starkad shook herself, as if to rid her body of non-existant water on her scales. The 5 year old that had startled her just clapped gleefully and giggled like crazy from her spot on the ground. The hobblegrunt craned her neck around to find her new friend, only to see her trotting off without her.

"I come with you too!" She didn't even give a second glance to any of the viking children as she followed the snaptrapper. "We can have twice as much fun together!"

Jokul rolled his eyes at his dragon. She always managed to make more friends wherever she went. He, on the other hand, seemed to do the opposite. Okay... maybe Spit isn't the best example to be going on here, but he wasn't really a 'friendly' guy overall anyways.

Woodrot's recollection of how Garlic was brought into his life amused the teen. I mean, who doesn't know what a dragon egg looks like? "I'd be willing to bet she's easier to control than the nuisance I've got to deal with."

He was about to go about how many times Starkad had disobeyed him, but a quiet tune interuptted him. Normally, he'd pay no attention to whatever the others in the hall were doing, but before he knew it, Fern had gotten to her feet and requested a dance with him.

"Oh...I- That's, Um..." He couldn't even form a coherent answer. Most of the babble was caused by genuine surprise. Jokul was used to being in the background, blending in with those who didn't want to be the center of attention. So when Fern, of all people, wanted him to have him join in, he was at a loss of words.

"S-s-sure." He allowed her to tug him to his feet. "I've got to warn you though, I'm not exactly the best dancer here."

[Woodrot & Garlic Surprise]

Rot had not been expecting a plate of food place in front of him, and when one was he seemed a bit surprised. He even managed a small smile as he turned so see whom had brought it. At first he saw no one near, until Ira returned once more. "Y-you are too kind." His attention was taken away from the trainees, as he realized she was likely going to stick around this time. "A-ah, I think not." He was fairly good with names, but that didn't mean he knew every one personally. "You can call me Woodrot, every one else does..." the last part was added in a hushed mumble, trying not to sound bitter. By this point he had accepted that no one in Berk knew that Woodrot wasn't his given name, and frankly it could be worse so he didn't tend to complain. Much.

When he heard Jokul mention retraining control over the dragon, even he laughed a bit. "S-she wont eat anything u-unless I eat it first." Blinking slow he noticed as Fern stood up, the singing echoing through the hall. He waved his hand a bit, as if saying to go enjoying the evening. Just because Rot was a stick in the mud at parties, didn't mean he needed to drag others down with him. But it seemed to be the boys own reluctance that held him back.

Once they were gone, Jokul seemingly dragged into the situation he shook his head and smiled. "T-they are c-cute together." By this point he had picked up on what was going on. He grabbed over the next drink she had brought him, this one he would be able to enjoy without dragon drool. "T-this one of your c-creations?" He took a swig of it, it certainly tasted better this time around. "It's n-nice." His gaze drifted down to the food now in front of him. While outside he was being social and playing nice, as he stared at his food a frown overtook his features. The atmosphere of it all was really getting to him, and not in the good way.

The small dragon had a clumsy bounce to her step, one head turning back to watch Starkad. «Yes!» «Come with!» The heads bobbed up and down, happy sounds escaping each slightly parted mouth. But it wasn't before long that her nose took over. It smelt the same as the food her mommy had before she left, and since she hadn't taken any of his...

With a single leap, and a small flap from her tiny wings the dragon found herself on a table, littered with foods of all sorts. Joyous cooing escaped her, two heads glancing back to see where the older dragon was behind her. «Look!» «I founds it!» «Yummies!»