Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 22:14:09 GMT 1
Time and Date:: January 8th Late at Night/Early Morning.
Weather:: Winter
The snow parted as the Galewing landed without as much as a sound, his rider not wishing to disturb the peaceful sleepers of the village. Sliding off his mount, the rider would bring down his trademark scarf and then brought his hands to unhook his blade belt to loop it onto the place reserved for it on his dragon's saddle. "Now I swear if you roar -once- and wake people up Heor, I'll put you out for adoption." He kidded, which ended up rewarding him with a slap to the back of the head with one of the wings his mount used for flying. "Okay okay! I'm sorry!" He quietly yelled.
With a nudge to the back by Heor's snout, Asgeir started walking along the snowy road of the main district, the sun lazily welcoming the world by bathing the snow around in a light. Asgeir brought his hands up to shield his eyes as his boots scrunched in the snow. His direction was the food storage, where he'd drop off the food he had hunted in his coming back to hopefully leave once more without anybody realizing he had been there. The plan seemed fool-proof, but his unconscious knew that with his luck... he may bump into the chief himself because of gods-know-what reasons.
He groaned, looking back to Heor which looked back at him with a confused look. Asgeir shook his head. "It's nothing buddy, let's hope nobody is taking an early morning stroll." He assured his best friend. While he kept walking, his mind started thinking back to the last time he had been around. "I wonder what happened to that little girl that we helped with her hunter problem. I did kind of leave her in the middle of the snow... but she had her dragon to come back." He shrugged. "As far as I know, she may have a trauma now." He said non-nonchalantly, which rewarded him with another wing slap to the back of the head. Heor was rather mad at Asgeir's lack of care for the girl they had helped.
"Something like Erika... right?" He asked himself, trying hard to remember to that Red Snow day.
Weather:: Winter
The snow parted as the Galewing landed without as much as a sound, his rider not wishing to disturb the peaceful sleepers of the village. Sliding off his mount, the rider would bring down his trademark scarf and then brought his hands to unhook his blade belt to loop it onto the place reserved for it on his dragon's saddle. "Now I swear if you roar -once- and wake people up Heor, I'll put you out for adoption." He kidded, which ended up rewarding him with a slap to the back of the head with one of the wings his mount used for flying. "Okay okay! I'm sorry!" He quietly yelled.
With a nudge to the back by Heor's snout, Asgeir started walking along the snowy road of the main district, the sun lazily welcoming the world by bathing the snow around in a light. Asgeir brought his hands up to shield his eyes as his boots scrunched in the snow. His direction was the food storage, where he'd drop off the food he had hunted in his coming back to hopefully leave once more without anybody realizing he had been there. The plan seemed fool-proof, but his unconscious knew that with his luck... he may bump into the chief himself because of gods-know-what reasons.
He groaned, looking back to Heor which looked back at him with a confused look. Asgeir shook his head. "It's nothing buddy, let's hope nobody is taking an early morning stroll." He assured his best friend. While he kept walking, his mind started thinking back to the last time he had been around. "I wonder what happened to that little girl that we helped with her hunter problem. I did kind of leave her in the middle of the snow... but she had her dragon to come back." He shrugged. "As far as I know, she may have a trauma now." He said non-nonchalantly, which rewarded him with another wing slap to the back of the head. Heor was rather mad at Asgeir's lack of care for the girl they had helped.
"Something like Erika... right?" He asked himself, trying hard to remember to that Red Snow day.