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million_points_of_light2014-07-17 08:41 pm
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Characters: Hiccup and Astrid
"Hiccup, I think we're lost."
Astrid banked Stormfly hard to the left and sort of circled Hiccup and Toothless, shading her eyes to scan through the smazy fog that clung to the air above the water.
"None of these rock formations look familiar," she said, a little worried. "Are any of them on your maps?"
She enjoyed these flights of fancy, as it were, with Hiccup, but she didn't so much like getting lost, especially when the sun wouldn't be up but a few more hours. She was confident the dragons would be able to get back to Berk--they had a pretty reliable sense of direction, it seemed--but she wasn't too keen on the idea of being somewhere unfamiliar and so far from home after dark.
"Hiccup, I think we're lost."
Astrid banked Stormfly hard to the left and sort of circled Hiccup and Toothless, shading her eyes to scan through the smazy fog that clung to the air above the water.
"None of these rock formations look familiar," she said, a little worried. "Are any of them on your maps?"
She enjoyed these flights of fancy, as it were, with Hiccup, but she didn't so much like getting lost, especially when the sun wouldn't be up but a few more hours. She was confident the dragons would be able to get back to Berk--they had a pretty reliable sense of direction, it seemed--but she wasn't too keen on the idea of being somewhere unfamiliar and so far from home after dark.
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"Hiccup that means we're lost," she grumbled, rolling her eyes. "Call it whatever you like, but we are in unfamiliar territory, and there's a great horde of all of two of us, and two dragons. Against anybody we might run into on any of these rocks. I don't like those odds."
He had a point, though: staying in the air during a thunderstorm was an invariably bad idea. Invoking Thor's wrath could be deadly, especially this high up. She liked the odds of surviving a lightning strike even less than the odds of running into someone on the islands. With a heavy sigh--how did Hiccup always seem to get them into these sorts of situations?--she nodded grimly.
"I think I saw a cave cut into the side of one of the big islands," she said, banking Stormfly again as the wind picked up. "Come on, we can probably hole up there to let the storm pass."