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TEST DRIVE MEME #4
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No, I think I'd remember a sassy bear. [ SO MANY UNSPOKEN QUESTIONS. ] Any particular reason this one bear is so notably aloof?
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[She taps her fingers against her mug of ale, lowering it to her abdomen as she hunches her shoulders a little.]
See, I was supposed to get married, an' I wasn't ready but mum wouldn't change her mind, even after I followed th' rules of th' games. I didn't have any say. [Merida bites her bottom lip before she sighs.] Long story short, mum turned into a bear because of a spell I asked a witch for. I didn't want her to change change, I just...
[It had been unfair, in her eyes.]
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You turned your mother into a bear because you argued?
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[Quick on the defense as always, Merida pushes away from her spot against the table edge, gesturing wildly.]
I never asked to be married off, I never wanted her to be turned into a bear!
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[ WHERE'S THE RESPONSIBILITY FALLING, MERIDA. ]
Would you have been happier if she'd agreed to everything you wanted, forever? How is this any worse than asking for that?
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[YOU PROBABLY SHOULD'VE SPECIFIED THAT WITH THE WITCH, MER. She lets out a small huff, crossing her arms as some hair is blown from her face. In a quieter voice, she adds.]
I would've liked a little more time. Just because I'm uncomfortable with the idea now doesn't mean I wouldn't have been in a couple of years. She could've listened. [There's a defeated sigh as she runs her fingers through her hair.] I don't know.
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[ Have a really narrow look here, because do you hear yourself, woman. ]
Look, what's done is done. The important thing is ... that you change your mom back from being a bear, and talk things through. If she was so insistent, don't you think she only wanted the best for you? You could have —
[ Hit with a wave of deja vu, prickles run up the back of his neck. That morning I woke up and Dad tried to talk to me about becoming chief, and I left behind his back. Quieter after a pause, he finishes up his thought. ]
You could have tried to tell her how upset you really were, instead of running away, because she cared about you. She would have listened to that.
[ Hiccup rises off the table to turn and find the jug of ale being passed around, abruptly wanting a refill. ]
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[Her tone might come off as clipped and slightly snappy, but that's only because she's worried about her mother. We only had another sunrise left an' she would've been a demon bear like Mor'du. Merida wrings her fingers, tempted to run off and search the area for her mother again. Or would she have been taken by the Seelie? If she was here at all.
She does pause, though, when he mentions her running away. She never mentioned that to him, but he's close enough to her in age that he probably understands how she feels. How could I have talked to her after she threw my bow into the fire?]
I tried. I protested th' marriage, I tried to get her to listen to me but she just didn't... [Didn't care. I called her a beast and turned her into one.] She's too wrapped up in tradition to understand.
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She would have listened, Merida, maybe after you'd both cooled off a little, but still. Trust me.
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[It had been a spur of the moment decision at the witch's cottage, the tale her mother had told her over and over again of the will o the wisps making her firmly believe they had been leading her to a solution. She reaches for her own mug of ale, downing the rest and wiping the back of her hand across her mouth as she handed it to him for a refill.]
So what's th' deal with this dragon o' yers? Huntin' him down?
[SUDDEN TOPIC SWITCH GO. She doesn't want to talk about this anymore.]
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[ Roused out of his more morose thoughts, he finds himself wading through some rather less (but still sombre) miserable ones as he tops up Merida's mug. ]
Toothless is my dragon, I ... lost him, before the imps dragged me here. He's in danger.
[ And if he gets hurt, that'll be on my head too. ]
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I guess someone we both care about is in danger. [She bites into her apple, retaking her reclining position against their table.] I'll keep an eye out. Does he really not have any teeth?
[A somewhat more cheerful subject change.]
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He does, they're retractable. The name just sort of stuck after we first met. He has a missing tail-fin too from where I shot him down, I made the replacement from red leather so you can't miss it.
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[She herself hasn't eaten since playing in the river with her mum, and even then that was cut short because of her mother being taken over by the bear's instincts, due to stories about eating in the company of faeries. Her own hazy ale-induced state is woken with food, her stomach growling as she takes another bite, raising an eyebrow.]
Ye made friends with th' beast ye shot down? [There's a first, even among Scots.] Right. Red leather fin an' retractable teeth. You two certainly are a pair.
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But I couldn't do it. He looked terrified, I was terrified, so I let him go. [ That prompts a small smile; that was the best decision he's ever made in his life. ] I'd sliced off half his tail with the netting and he couldn't fly. It seemed ... right, to find a way to help him get back in the air, after that.
And then we sort of ... [ SHRUGS.
Became best ever friends!!!] Yeah.no subject
Well, for what it's worth I'm glad you didn't kill him. [EVEN IF SHE HASN'T MET HIM, she knows she could would have done the same if it was Angus. Or her mother in full bear mode. That thought gets shoved into the back of her head.] It takes guts to step away from tradition.
[Says the one who defied tradition in order to not be married. Then again, she gets the feeling he might've been a wee lad, given what he said about coming into the world early.]
What were you goin' to do with his heart anyway? Do ye have some kind of dragon haggis over your way?
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What's haggis?
[ Important details. ]
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[Said entirely without skipping a beat.]
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That ... That sounds very appetising.
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[How do you know you don't like it if you won't try it? Throwing her mother's words back at her seemed like forever ago. She notices the look on his face and laughs.]
An' neither do you by th' looks of ye.
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[ Would have. The apple crunches loudly as he takes a large bite, swallowing it along with a rise of emotion he doesn't want to deal with.
Lightly, he offers, ] We have this new tradition, it's called yaknog and, Thor knows, you'd probably love it. We drink it at Snoggletog.
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What in Brighid's name is a Snoggletog?
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So you're not familiar with Snoggletog or any of the other Viking holidays, I'm guessing. Valhalla doesn't ring any bells?
[ That's one crazy life, Mer. ]