With a rippling crackle, like a striking skrill the vortex spat out a person.
Leaping backwards, Astrid drew her axe, as a girl tumbled through.
She wore a short red skirt, suitable for battle, and a sturdy orange jumper that ought to be enough for Berk. However, despite this, she fumbled in the sand, "My Glasses.... My Glasses." she repeated, as if she needed help.
Astrid lowered her opinion of the new arrival, though she kept her axe ready. Idly, briefly, she wondered if Hiccup would pay her more attention, if she was as ... as curvy, as this new girl. She dismissed the thought, Hiccup loved her for who she was, although ....
The girl found her 'Glasses', and as she stood up, she brushed the loose sand from her knees.
She gave Astrid a polite tip of the head, and at a huff from Stormfly she noticed the dragon.
"Jinkies... That looks really, real." Her hands played with the glasses as if she expected her dragon to vanish by her fidgeting.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.61 seconds at 11:27am on Jan 20, 2025 via server WEBX2.