TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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ew viking breath

[merelychewed]

[ Draco is just about as astonished to find himself followed down from the sky at all. There were plenty of creatures that flew, but he could not fathom any would try to trail him, and yet here is something he'd least expected of all.

Another dragon?

Excitement clashes with wariness, for there is something wrong about this one. Mainly, what's riding on his back. He leaves the sheep behind, rising from where he'd landed to step closer, squinting down at Hiccup and Toothless as he does. ]

My friend, you seem to have a problem. Do you need some help with that... thing... on your back?

[ The thing being that saddle, right along with the human attached to it. ]

no worse than yours bruh

[smithwork]

[ Breathless as the dragon speaks, Hiccup can't hold in a delighted laugh. Toothless looks just as thrilled, gummy smile wide and pupils dilated as he looks the other dragon over. They swoop around to beat the air with the Night Fury's strong wings, showing off the connection of an amputated ankle's prosthetic to the much-improved stirrup; see, he's not a problem! They're fixed together, essentially. ]

This is Toothless and I'm Hiccup! When did you get here? How come you can speak? Do you have a name?

[ I HAVE QUESTIONS, is what pours off him in waves. Fishlegs would faint if he could see this! ]

a healthy dragon can wilt flowers with their wonderful meat breath ok

[merelychewed]

[ Stars above, they're overexcited children. He frowns at them both, even more at the connection between Hiccup and the saddle. He isn't sure what that's supposed to mean, nor can he fathom how Toothless seems happy even with someone on his back. ]

I was addressing Toothless, then, not you. [ He gives an indignant huff. ] Of course I can speak! What dragon cannot?

[ One at a time, man, one at a time! ]

fishbreath from a dragon is worse, he argues

[smithwork]

Well ... mine, for a start. All of them? They don't talk where we come from. Sorry, uh. Do you want a minute alone together, just you and him?

[ Toothless cranes his head around and garbles a gruff agreement. His Dragonese is straightforward enough when he calls to the bigger dragon, and Hiccup certainly seems to follow exactly what's being said through the yawps and growls.

This one is my Boy, my Rider. My Brother.

A hand brushes affectionately over Toothless's head as they wait, still beating the air in place to stay level with the stranger's eyes. Hiccup holds his breath, mentally committing the new species to memory from sight. ]

time to invent a meter to measure the stink of different dragon breaths, it seems

[merelychewed]

[ It isn't a dialect Draco is familiar with, but Toothless is able to get the gist of it across. He frowns at them for a short moment after, not answering Hiccup, nor Toothless, immediately. He raises up to sit high up on his hind legs, which puts his height up over where the two hover, and he carefully unfurls his own wings, stretching them out to what is a fairly impressive length. He looks grim, deciding whether to trust what the other dragon claims or not.

When he does speak again, it's in his own kind of language, though his is more rolling growls and long S sounds. He speaks slowly, for it has been quite some time since he has spoken only in dragon to another dragon, and as it's only two words, hopefully easy enough to comprehend.

He simply tells Toothless that he understands.

Then, to Hiccup, his shifts his attention as well as his language. ]

No. If he would call you brother, then who am I to separate you, even if only for a moment? [ Still a very strange setup, but it was not at all long ago that he called a human of his own a dear friend. All that said, he draws his wings back in, folding them neatly and settling down on all four legs again. ] My name is not one that would be easy on your tongue, though the last man to have walked by my side was content to call me Draco, if that suits you.

[smithwork]

[ Somewhere in between the size of Cloudjumper and the Red Death, huge but not overly so, the long wings dwarf Toothless's wingspan of forty-five feet with great ease. Hiccup and his friend back off a little, still staring up at the other dragon in combined trepidation and awe, with Toothless pleased to be speaking with his cousin on any level.

Hiccup's heart leaps. ]

We must come from the same world, or similar ones! 'Draco' is Latin for Dragon, I know that Southern language. [ They drop out of the sky to land near Draco, with Hiccup dismounting in a hurry to spread his hands animatedly as he talks and Toothless sitting up with a cocked head. ] I'm a Viking from the far north, where do you come from? Draco, I've never seen a dragon like you before! You're amazing.

[merelychewed]

Ha! Similar, perhaps. [ But the same, he could only wish. He knew better to, though. No dragons remained there on earth, only shining in the heavens above. Still, Hiccup's enthusiasm finally gets the old lizard to crack a smile. ] I hail from the south, as you guessed with the language, from the great island of Albion.

[ And, with a somewhat amused snort, he adds: ]

And I do believe we repelled your people from her shores many times before, in the past.

[smithwork]

A friend of mine comes from that island, her name's Merida. She'd love to see you too!

[ Everyone would, probably, just not with as much hyperactive glee as this guy. ]

Berk doesn't go in for warfare these days, we live with the dragons as peacekeepers. I know we're, uh, sort of weird as Vikings go but I swear I'd never hurt you or your kind.

[merelychewed]

Ah, well... [ Meeting people. Here it was by chance, unavoidable, but actually making a point to meet someone? Scary. ] Yes, I imagine she would, along with far too many others.

[ But moving on. ]

And I would not worry about anyone hurting my kind regardless of who they are.