Post by Horik Stormpike & Argent on Jun 6, 2015 17:55:39 GMT 1
Time and Date:: Late morning - Very Early Spring
Weather:: Mildy Cold
It was nice to see the snow starting to melt away, or at least watching it melt at the same rate a snail would move. The weather was still colder, but the sun was starting to get warm again as it usually did this time of year.
Horik decided to get outside of his workshop for once in a lifetime. The winter was particularly frigid, so he ended up spending a lot of his time inside his workshop near the forge as he tinkered away with this and that. It was nice to finally be out and about without having a wall of ice and snow stopping you every ten feet.
He was out by himself, Argent was being the typical nightmare he was and decided to sleep in again. Horik always had people complain that he never really trained his dragon right, but maybe lazy and settled is what Horik was looking for in a dragon? He just ended up getting that in a spitfire covered nightmare is all.
Horik adjusted the fur cloak on his back as he walked along, hearing the remainder of the snow crunch beneath his thick boots as he strided forward. "I swear I need to move somewhere warmer. If that exists.." He muttered to himself out of self ignorance, knowing somewhere else in the world it was much warmer.
Things were pretty quiet as he made his way through the sparsely populated area of the forest, seeing trees spread out around him as he walked through the large spaces between one another. Horik didn't have anywhere in particular in mind to go to, he figured he was just going to walk aimlessly like he always did on the island. Soon enough that aimless walking brought him to one of the open fields that Berk hosted. He took a look around before shrugging to himself and taking a seat on a small hill that rested itself near by.
Slipping the cloak under hit butt, he sat down. He crossed his legs and took the small bag he had with him off and placed it infront of him. His hands rummaged through the bag before slipping out a leather-bound book he had managed to buy off of one of the traders only a few days ago. It was a story book of some sorts, but Horik hadn't read enough to actually figure out any kind of a storyline to it.
Slipping his gloves off and placing them beside him, Horik fingered the edge of the book before opening it up and shuffling through the pages to find where he left off.
Weather:: Mildy Cold
It was nice to see the snow starting to melt away, or at least watching it melt at the same rate a snail would move. The weather was still colder, but the sun was starting to get warm again as it usually did this time of year.
Horik decided to get outside of his workshop for once in a lifetime. The winter was particularly frigid, so he ended up spending a lot of his time inside his workshop near the forge as he tinkered away with this and that. It was nice to finally be out and about without having a wall of ice and snow stopping you every ten feet.
He was out by himself, Argent was being the typical nightmare he was and decided to sleep in again. Horik always had people complain that he never really trained his dragon right, but maybe lazy and settled is what Horik was looking for in a dragon? He just ended up getting that in a spitfire covered nightmare is all.
Horik adjusted the fur cloak on his back as he walked along, hearing the remainder of the snow crunch beneath his thick boots as he strided forward. "I swear I need to move somewhere warmer. If that exists.." He muttered to himself out of self ignorance, knowing somewhere else in the world it was much warmer.
Things were pretty quiet as he made his way through the sparsely populated area of the forest, seeing trees spread out around him as he walked through the large spaces between one another. Horik didn't have anywhere in particular in mind to go to, he figured he was just going to walk aimlessly like he always did on the island. Soon enough that aimless walking brought him to one of the open fields that Berk hosted. He took a look around before shrugging to himself and taking a seat on a small hill that rested itself near by.
Slipping the cloak under hit butt, he sat down. He crossed his legs and took the small bag he had with him off and placed it infront of him. His hands rummaged through the bag before slipping out a leather-bound book he had managed to buy off of one of the traders only a few days ago. It was a story book of some sorts, but Horik hadn't read enough to actually figure out any kind of a storyline to it.
Slipping his gloves off and placing them beside him, Horik fingered the edge of the book before opening it up and shuffling through the pages to find where he left off.