Distant Horizons [Crystal]

[Spitnose]

Time and Date:: January 21st, early morning
Weather:: A wet wind, overcast very likely a storm is brewing.
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She had to get to the docks, get to them before Crystal could notice her. She had already managed to scavenge what she would need to take from the village without being seen, to ruin that streak now could be the end of the journey.

Reaching her families boat, she threw all the stuff in. Instead of talking to any one about it, she had decided it was better to just run away from her problems. And if that meant leaving Berk, well then she was ready to set sail. She even took off her shield, tossing it into the boat as well. Her gloves felt rough as she brushed her bangs up, staring at the ocean. Was this really the best thing to do? Dropping to her knees she suddenly wasn't sure.

She had said she wouldn't cry, she would do this and not cry. But as she slipped on the studded headband she had been working on to keep her hair out of her face, tears began to stream from her face. She wasn't ready to leave, but everything felt so different and out of place, she couldn't imagine staying.

The sword that she had been carrying at her side clattered to the ground as she slumped lower to the dock. Staring at it, she sighed.

What was she doing?

[Crystal the Scauldron]

In a small cove not far from the dock sat a slumbering scauldron. With her tail end in the water, her upper body twisted awkwardly to reveal her bloated underside. Normally, she'd have been more careful on how she slept, but since meeting Spit's parents and all the other fishermen, she felt more relaxed. Though, it doesn't exactly mean she completely put her guard down. The littlest sound could startle her into boiling any who dares get too close.

This being said, when the clatter of metal hitting metal rang in the air, she jolted awake so fast that her water-filled body took a few seconds to follow the rest of her.

She swung her head and neck around to spot the intruder, only to find the cove empty. A similar noise came not long after she lied her head back down. With her curiosity sparked, the scauldron backed up into the ocean and bobbed about searching for where it had come from.

Glancing over her shoulder at the horizon, she doubted it was any of the human fish-hunters. They're never up this early. The sun hadn't even risen, and yet as the noises continued, Crystal couldn't think of another explanation for them.

Before she saw the docks, she ducked under the surface. While she wasn't fearful of the vikings that came down here, she had yet to conquer her hesitant approach every time. She didn't stay down long when a new, but very familiar scent reached her. Tadpole!

Filled with a newfound glee, the sea dragon popped her head out of the water to find her friend. Because of the low light, she had to depend more on her sense of smell to locate her. Weaving between the docked ships, Crystal searched.

Finally, through the throng of boats and masts, she found her tiny companion. However, it was a chilling sight. At first, she thought the girl had been sitting, waiting for her to come, but as she got closer, she realized that was farthest from the truth.

"Spitnose?" Crystal hoped using her friend's birth name would get her attention more so than any other. "What's wrong, little one?" Despite how close the weapon at the girl's feet was, the scauldron ignored it and gently tugged on Spit's clothing. "Please, tell me."

[Spitnose]

Her name didn't catch her attention, it wasn't until the girl felt the gentle tug at her clothing did she lift her head ever so slightly. Eyes damp and red, tears still trickling down from them she gave the Scauldron the saddest glance possible. She rubbed her nose, and sniffed a bit before glancing back down. She hadn't expected to be faced by her dragon friend here, and gnawed on her lip. "I have... I have to leave." Her hand slipped down to her side, resting on the swords hilt. "Just... leave." The words were scattered between sobbing, and the occasional sniffle.

Unbeknownst to herself, she had gripped the sword in her hand and began to flail it. "S-she ... there's a .... a tiny viking." She began to spit words out and dropped the sword again, the sound of it hitting the dock startling her this time. Jumping slightly, she began to cry even more. "Gunnar too!" She gripped her head and tried to calm herself. "Blood... stupid dragon..." Shaking her hands loose, her posture slumped forward. Exhaling she straightened up. "I... I'm leaving Berk." A sideways glanced at the boat, she had made up her mind. "A-and you can't... stop me." Trying to sound brave and sure of herself, but her voice cracked and fluctuated more than normal because of the tears.

But she didn't really want to go, part of her wanted Crystal to give her resistance, but then the other part wanted to leave it all behind. She wasn't grown up, she couldn't handle all this at once, and yet somehow every one expected her to.