Astrid was petting Stormfly and feeding her some chicken. The Deadly Nadder doted on her rider, but sensed that Astrid was upset she cooed, and purred encouragingly.
But Astrid sat down on a rock, she was clearly preoccupied, as she played with the chicken in her hands.
"I'm not the only female dragon rider..." she said quietly aloud, as if it needed clarifying.
But Ruff was like her brother, somehow you just didn't count her a girl. She knew it was unfair, but she just didn't feel like the rest of the riders accepted her as freely as the others.
Well, she knew that Hiccup liked and appreciated her, and her skills. But Fishlegs who would never say anything was quite old-fashioned in his upbringing, would cast glances in her direction. And as for Snotlout, he was as sexist as his father. Both had very definite ideas for the position of viking women in the village, and it wasn't on the back of a dragon.
She grew frustrated, and tossed the chicken in the air. Stormfly, snatched without effort.
But Stormfly wasn't satisfied, and maybe a little angry with her rider. With a quick flick of her tail, a spine shot loose, and grazed Astrid on the arm. Before sticking in the wood behind her.
"Stormfly. Bad girl." Astrid snapped, her hand covering the wound, until she could bind it.
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