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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 14:08:58 GMT
He nodded, troubled. "If they do have dragons, they could be a lot more of a problem than we already believe them to be."
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 14:15:09 GMT
"I know that my dad has one. Aslaug. She's Brynhilde's mother."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 14:16:57 GMT
He cursed. "I'd forgotten. If he's taught the Outsiders all that we know of dragons then we're in serious trouble."
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 14:23:16 GMT
Evalda closed her eyes. "I wish I could tell you more. I really do. But I think I've repressed a lot of it."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 14:25:02 GMT
"Don't force it," he said softly. "Anyway, can you walk yet? I've scheduled your ceremony for tonight."
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 14:26:54 GMT
"I don't know. I haven't really tried."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 14:31:52 GMT
"Would you like to try?" He prompted.
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 14:34:30 GMT
She attempted to sit up, wincing at the stinging pain from the scratches on her stomach. "Y-yeah, I think so."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 14:37:21 GMT
He stood, offering his hands as support. "Take it easy, okay? I can always postpone the ceremony and give you more time to recover."
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 14:42:57 GMT
"I stole an egg from a crazy dragon and was mutilated for this," she grumbled, taking his hands and wobbling on her knees. "I'm not waiting another day."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 14:45:36 GMT
He grinned, arms easily withstanding her weight. "That's the spirit. Should we try a step?"
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 14:48:46 GMT
Holding her breath, she carefully put one foot out, stumbling once she put weight on it.
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 14:51:37 GMT
Rikard reached out to catch her around the waist, letting go quickly once she'd recovered her balance. "Erm, sorry, I thought you were going to fall."
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 14:53:51 GMT
She grimaced, one hand around her side. "Ah... It's fine. I think... I think I'll be able to walk now."
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 14:55:26 GMT
"You sure?" He asked, meeting her gaze. "You know that alcohol is customary at these events, right?"
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 15:18:41 GMT
"I don't drink," was all she said, eyes quickly flitting away.
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 15:21:08 GMT
"Not even a bit?" he raised an eyebrow.
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 15:26:55 GMT
"I'd rather avoid ale, thanks," she murmured, steadying herself with the dented battleaxe.
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Post by Dawnmist on Jan 1, 2015 15:29:48 GMT
He shrugged. "Fair enough. You'll probably be the only one."
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Post by Copper on Jan 1, 2015 15:32:30 GMT
She shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well, whatever happens, at least I'll be sober enough to drag people home."
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