[one.] [The first thing she'd done after coming to terms with the fact that she was inexplicably wet was to check for weapons -- all gone. She supposed that she shouldn't really be surprised, with surroundings as alien to her as these, but it definitely made for a ruder awakening than otherwise necessary. Threats hushed, cuts checked, and sent on her way, Astrid's gait is a strange cross between uncertain and prepared. She may not know what the heck is going on, but she was ready to fight if she needed to.
...Though with everyone else looking as wary as her, there was small hope that it wouldn't come to that.]
[three - gargoyle.] [It wasn't until her skin started peeling away into scales that Astrid grew concerned about the amount of itching she'd been feeling. She'd been too concerned with that awful ache in her shoulders growing and burning like something was trying to claw its way out of her.
Still, she's not willing to let the pain show as a weakness. Her pride won't let her. It's with a high head that she strides into various shops throughout Bavan, inspecting new clothes -- maybe something easier to move in than the waistless light blue dress she had on now -- and ignoring the curious calls after her wondering if she had any special talents, in addition to her reptile skin.
With them, it wouldn't be too long before she discovered she could throw fireballs.]
Astrid Hofferson | How to Train Your Dragon.
[The first thing she'd done after coming to terms with the fact that she was inexplicably wet was to check for weapons -- all gone. She supposed that she shouldn't really be surprised, with surroundings as alien to her as these, but it definitely made for a ruder awakening than otherwise necessary. Threats hushed, cuts checked, and sent on her way, Astrid's gait is a strange cross between uncertain and prepared. She may not know what the heck is going on, but she was ready to fight if she needed to.
...Though with everyone else looking as wary as her, there was small hope that it wouldn't come to that.]
[three - gargoyle.]
[It wasn't until her skin started peeling away into scales that Astrid grew concerned about the amount of itching she'd been feeling. She'd been too concerned with that awful ache in her shoulders growing and burning like something was trying to claw its way out of her.
Still, she's not willing to let the pain show as a weakness. Her pride won't let her. It's with a high head that she strides into various shops throughout Bavan, inspecting new clothes -- maybe something easier to move in than the waistless light blue dress she had on now -- and ignoring the curious calls after her wondering if she had any special talents, in addition to her reptile skin.
With them, it wouldn't be too long before she discovered she could throw fireballs.]