Two of a Kind [PRIVATE]-[Crystal]

[Jokul & Starkad]

Time and Date:: January 10th, Midday
Weather:: Normal, dull Berk (Cloudy, somewhat cold)
Previous Threads?:: A mini-rp that was never actually posted (Still going on in my PP)

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To most who've met him, Jokul wasn't the type for fooling around. He wanted to do what he had to get done, and get out of everyone's hair, which is the main reason people questioned his choice of dragon. She wasn't what you'd call easygoing by a long shot.

Some people assumed his mother forced their friendship, due to the fact Starkad was her own dragon's only daughter, and then there was the idea that he actually pitied the dragon for somehow causing her injury. Of course, they were wrong on both counts.

He only tolerates her because that's what family does. I mean, surely he isn't the only older sibling out there to be annoyed by the younger, right?

So having been given an opportunity to be free of her for a day, Jokul jumped at the chance.
For all he cares, Spit can deal with the little ball of energy for a week and he wouldn't object to it. She'd asked if he felt like 'trading her' for the day, and though he knew she'd meant it as a joke, he still wondered what the girl's scauldron would be doing.

He only met her once, but from that one encounter, he picked up on her even-tempered attitude. It only made the connection between Crystal and Spit that much more of a mystery. That's it... I have to find her. The teen had considered questioning Spit about it, but that would entail having to be within Starkad's 'tackling zone'. They're probably causing enough trouble as is. And he wanted absolutely no part of it.

And this was how he was brought down to the nearest secluded beach he knew of. He had no way of knowing if the beast would even show up, but the least he could get out of it is some quiet time.

"Alright, you sack of fish scales..." He plopped down on the rocky coast, his arms keeping him from falling backwards. "...Let's see why you hang around the brat."

[Crystal the Scauldron]

These days, Crystal didn't venture far from Berk. The scauldron feared that she'd miss Spit if she came for a visit. She tried to keep hidden under the nearby sea stacks, but for a dragon of her size, she wouldn't be too surprised if she'd already been spotted.

On her usual round across Berk's coast, she happened to find something that was out of place on the beach. Could it be Spit? She lifted the top of her head out of the calmer waters and zeroed in on the object.

With the lack of green on it, Crystal doubted it was the girl she was hoping it'd be, but she still hovered closer to find out what it was. It didn't take long for her to identify it, or should she say him, as Jokul. He looked different in the light, considering the last time she saw him was far after the sun had gone down.

Spit's friends are my friends... right? Though, she wasn't sure if Jokul qualified as a 'friend' in this case. Nevertheless, she dragged herself out of the water to see why he was down here. From what Spit's told her, he wasn't one for the water, so to have him sitting in front of the ocean was a mystery to her.

Now that she was closer, she could smell Starkad's scent as well as his own. Reminded of the her, Crystal peeked around for the young hobblegrunt, but found nothing; another mystery.

She didn't get too close to the teen, but she still leant down to see him better. "Spit didn't come with you, did she?" The scauldron flicked her wings and tucked them closer to her body.

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[ooc]-I always hate writing short posts... -_-

[Jokul & Starkad]

To say he was surprised would be an understatement. Jokul hadn't even been sitting there for very long before he heard the water splash against the beach unevenly. He barely had to turn his head to spot the blue beast. Now that she was in the daylight, he could see just how big she was. 

Jokul would never admit it to her, but he was impressed Spit had managed to calm a dragon of her size. Usually ones as big as her either ignored vikings, or got aggressive, and by the looks of it, Crystal was never really mad... well... that is, when she's not in the village. 

"No. I came alone." He shifted himself so he faced the dragon. "She and Stark are probably causing all sorts of trouble up there." He gestured vaguely to the main village. "I came down here hoping for some decent company."

Instead of trying to get closer to the scauldron, he flopped down on his back, which by the way, hurt because he was on a rock. Not the best idea I've had. He grunted at the impact, but didn't complain much about the lingering pain from the action. After all, his dragon had done much worse than this.

"I know I'm not Spit, but do you think you can stay a bit. It's not everyday that I talk to a scauldron." The teen hoped the sea dragon would get comfortable. He still had to find out what Spit had done to befriend her.

[Crystal the Scauldron]

Alone, huh?

After a quick scan of the area to confirm his words, the scauldron settled herself on the very edge of the beach, keeping her tail in the water. "Stark?" She echoed. "Do you mean your color-changing friend?"

After she'd asked, the rest of what he'd said caught up to her. The scauldron's body shook as she purred, "Oh? And who do you suppose is the bigger influence?" The dragon didn't doubt that Spit, while older, could still be easily led into chaos by the hobblegrunt. Thor knows what trouble that girl could get into alone...

"And a water dragon you barely know is 'decent company'?" She eyed the boy as he got more comfortable. "You are almost as strange as Tadpole is." While keeping her distance, she too relaxed, allowing her body to balloon out on the rocks. "Given you seem to be less... spontaneous than her." 

"I know I'm not Spit, but do you think you can stay a bit. It's not everyday that I talk to a scauldron."

Well, it's either talk or go back to circling the island. "And it's not every day I have a conversation with a human in my own language. So it seems we're both experiencing firsts today." She craned her neck out to hover closer, but kept her body still. "Spit hardly stops between questions for me to answer. I rarely get to ask my own." The scauldron was exaggerating, or course, but in some aspects, she was right. The girl could chat all day until someone stopped her.

"Even so, I'm more curious of what you want to know." Her nostrils flared at him, inhaling a distinct hobblegrunt scent. "So ask away, boy. I'm sure I can answer any questions you throw at me."

[Jokul & Starkad]

"Oh yeah, that's right..." He'd remembered that he never used the nickname around the scauldron. "But yes. That'd be her. Except she's usually, and I quote, 'her happy colors'. The only times she changes are when she's mad or scared."

Once he got more comfortable, he shrugged at the dragon. "I dunno. Starkad's pretty persistent with her games... but Spit might just lead her into doing something worse than just chasing the livestock around." He glanced over at the massive blue blob in his vision. "Either way, those two together are chaos for everyone else."

The teen shrugged his shoulders again against the rock. "I'm not sure if you've noticed, but most of us vikings are thick-headed idiots. Even talking to a terror is more civilized than half the conversations I have otherwise." He ignored Crystal's comment afterwards, and just went back to watching the cloud-covered sky.

"Yeah... you should see the reactions I get when I talk to a dragon who's never heard one of us speak in dragonese." A smirk etched his features as he remembered how he'd nearly scared off a poor gronckle. "But I'm used to it by now. You, on the other hand... you're just getting used to being near the village, right?"

Jokul couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled out of his mouth as the scauldron told him how Spit never shut up. "I should've guessed that she'd do all the talking between you two." After catching movement in the corner of his eye, he turned his head to face it, only to find it was Crystal curiously edging closer. 

The small gusts of wind coming from her were filled with a pungent odor strong enough to make the teen cough and turn away abruptly. "Gods! How can Spit stand that?!" He waved his hands around his face, hoping to rid his nose of the smell. "No offense, but can you hold off on the dead fish breath?" He might be able to deal with Starkad's 'dragon breath', but this was a little worse due to the scauldron living her life in sea water.

"So ask away, boy. I'm sure I can answer any questions you throw at me."

"Questions, huh?" Once he was sure the smell wasn't as strong, he spun his whole body around to her. "Well... my main one is how on Midguard you and that p-" He cleared his throat, remembering how Crystal reacted the last time he'd referred to the girl that way. "...Spit, met each other. My best guess is that she somehow wasn't annoying enough to get eaten."