Post by Harold Harrison on May 25, 2014 21:08:29 GMT 1
Time and Date:: Late September, early afternoon
Weather:: murky, light fog
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The familiar shores of Hysteria were close. The smell and sight of land was a great pleasure to the young man after 10 days of sea. There was a brief incident as they almost got run over by a pack of ThunderDrum, but apart from that it was mostly uneventful. It was one of the few times that Harold was on the main deck looking out. There were so many people here to greet the boat! Mostly for Baldr, Harold guessed. He didn't back away from the people as people advanced to grab the roped hauled overboard to moor. Suddenly everything happened at once once the boat stopped. He spun around slightly as things immediately got shifted to the docks. Suddenly a hand caught his eye as someone, smiling, offered it to help him onto the harbour. He hesitatnly took it, the force of the man surprising him. The burly viking took him to the small crowd.
Wait. Was this crowd for him? His footsteps faltered and he stood still. What was going on? The man turned around, sensing he had stopped. His timid nature wasn't a secret, after all. "Come on! You survived on Berk for three months! You survived the attack! Everyone's appreciating you for once! Come on! Enjoy it whilst you can!" Harold frowned and slowly stepped forwards to meet the group. They cheered at him, but Harold couldnt help but shrink and feel small. He hadn't particularly done anything spectacular. And with all these people around, no face were familiar to him. No. The familiar friendly faces he wouldn't have minded seeing were now on Berk. Dead.
He meekly nodded. They were going on abotu having a toast to him in the longhouse, and though Harold wanted to go home or go for a walk in the woods, he was taken to the longhouse and sat down. Everyone was asking him all sorts of questions, and he really... Really didn't want to talk.
Hysterian thread. OHYEAH
Weather:: murky, light fog
Previous Threads?::
The familiar shores of Hysteria were close. The smell and sight of land was a great pleasure to the young man after 10 days of sea. There was a brief incident as they almost got run over by a pack of ThunderDrum, but apart from that it was mostly uneventful. It was one of the few times that Harold was on the main deck looking out. There were so many people here to greet the boat! Mostly for Baldr, Harold guessed. He didn't back away from the people as people advanced to grab the roped hauled overboard to moor. Suddenly everything happened at once once the boat stopped. He spun around slightly as things immediately got shifted to the docks. Suddenly a hand caught his eye as someone, smiling, offered it to help him onto the harbour. He hesitatnly took it, the force of the man surprising him. The burly viking took him to the small crowd.
Wait. Was this crowd for him? His footsteps faltered and he stood still. What was going on? The man turned around, sensing he had stopped. His timid nature wasn't a secret, after all. "Come on! You survived on Berk for three months! You survived the attack! Everyone's appreciating you for once! Come on! Enjoy it whilst you can!" Harold frowned and slowly stepped forwards to meet the group. They cheered at him, but Harold couldnt help but shrink and feel small. He hadn't particularly done anything spectacular. And with all these people around, no face were familiar to him. No. The familiar friendly faces he wouldn't have minded seeing were now on Berk. Dead.
He meekly nodded. They were going on abotu having a toast to him in the longhouse, and though Harold wanted to go home or go for a walk in the woods, he was taken to the longhouse and sat down. Everyone was asking him all sorts of questions, and he really... Really didn't want to talk.
Hysterian thread. OHYEAH