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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 14:29:04 GMT
In the silence of the dark, as her mother slept, Evalda sat at the edge of her bed, holding her battleaxe. Rikard didn't look like he was about to kill them, but there was no point in letting her guard down based on appearances. She could stand to lose one night of sleep if it meant keeping them safe.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 14:38:14 GMT
He frowned, turning a page and studying a paragraph, squinting to make out the words in the candlelight. Those who come from the Southern Isles, far beyond the seas surrounding Berk, and used to much warmer climates, have been known to survive by frying and eating the soft cartilage of a dragon's wing. The Chief pulled a face, flicking to another page and choosing a different section to read. Perhaps he would be better showing the journal to Kaia. She was, after all, much more interested in books and reading than he was.
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 14:44:16 GMT
Evalda sighed, wondering what Rikard would find in the journals. She had read through them once, long ago, but the memories were vague. She remembered that there were many sketches of plants and dragons. And some of her and her mother. But there was a particularly large section on Outsiders. Too large, for a Viking who painted himself as disinterested in such things.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 14:50:43 GMT
He sighed in frustration, placing the book on his side table and lying back on his bed. It was too late, and he was too tired for such a task. Maybe in the morning things would seem clearer. And hopefully the scouting party would return by then too.
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 14:59:47 GMT
Soon, Evalda found herself hopping over the stone wall around the arena, battleaxe strapped to her back. She had never felt such a strong desire to train for her final goal. But lately, it felt more like completing her father's mission than her own. She hated that-- even while he was gone, Erikur was still present in everything she did.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 15:03:42 GMT
Rikard wet his fingers with his tongue and pinched the wick of the candle, extinguishing the flame and plunging his room into darkness. After the events of the day, the last thing his brain wanted was to sleep, but his physical weariness eventually won over and soon he was asleep.
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 15:31:15 GMT
By morning, Evalda had settled to sleep, leaning against a hacked training dummy.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 15:34:21 GMT
Rikard awoke as the morning sun cast its light through his window. As was customary every day, he readied himself for training. Most of the time the arena was fairly deserted at this time, and any other time he would expect an audience.
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 15:40:13 GMT
Snoring, Evalda curled up at the base of the dummy, her battleaxe sitting next to her.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 15:45:49 GMT
The Chief raised an eyebrow as he reached the arena and saw Evalda asleep there. His lips curled into a sly smile, and he approached the dummy quietly, drawing a knife from his belt. The Chief took a breath, drawing his arm back before letting the knife fly. It sank into the chest of the dummy, a good four inches above the girl's head.
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 15:47:52 GMT
Deposited the loud noise and stuffing falling on her face, the trainee remained sound asleep, her helmet down over her eyes.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 15:49:56 GMT
He blinked in disbelief, approaching to pull the helmet off and prod her gently in the shoulder. "Evalda?"
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 15:51:54 GMT
Sleepily, she pawed at his hand to send it away, mumbling something incomprehensible and covering her eyes.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 15:54:19 GMT
Rikard raised an eyebrow, shaking her by the shoulders and repeating her name, louder this time.
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 15:58:14 GMT
"Whaddya--what's--Rikard?!" She struggled out of his grasp. "What time is it?"
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 15:59:22 GMT
"Around seven," he answered, amused. "Have you been out here all night?"
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 16:00:32 GMT
She gritted her teeth, hastily placing the helmet on her unbraided hair. "Maybe."
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 16:02:08 GMT
"Why?" he questioned as he sat opposite her. "Were you training late last night?"
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Post by Copper on Dec 30, 2014 16:03:52 GMT
"Yeah," she admitted. "Just some late night practicing. I got some good work on my throws done."
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 30, 2014 16:06:08 GMT
"Good," he approved. "Do you feel like you're ready to finish your training?"
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