On Eagle's Wings (Open!)

[ishtara]

DATE & TIME : July 4th, 13:45 PM
WEATHER CONDITIONS : Sunny yet Cold with a slight Northeastern wind
CHARACTERS INVOLVED : Open
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"Oh calm down, Sky. We're almost there - you'll be able to fly shortly, I promise." The Dragon let out a low warbling sound to her, and Ishtara snorted, "I do not." She responded, hugging the creature's head against her.

It had been a long journey from Meathead Village to Berk, and Skywalker was about at the end of her rope. For hours now she'd been letting off calls and roars, finally silenced by the fish Ishtara had shoved into her muzzle. Now she just hung her head over the side, looking pitiful as her wings dragged the deck.

"LAND HO!" The lookout cried, and the Sky Runner's head shot up to stare toward Berk. The village loomed on the horizon, and Ishtara joined in the cries of joy.

The ship pulled into harbor about an hour later, and Skywalker herself shot from the deck, letting out clear roars of joy at being skybound once again. Ishtara shook her head and simply walked down the boarding plank, her pack resting on her back. Stepping onto land, she would inhale the air and smile. Dragons all around.

Making her way forward, she would finally arrive at the Arena. Staring into it, she would see the scorch marks on the floor and walls from where dragon shots had hit and forever scarred the stone. She became sad as she remembered the stories surrounding the Arena; about dragons being killed as a Rite of Passage, and lives that had been lost on both sides in the Dragon Wars before Hiccup and Toothless had formed their bond.

A thump behind her, and the blonde would turn towards the sound. Skywalker rubbed her chin to the woman's hair. Ishtara's hand rested on the creature's head and rubbed, glancing over her shoulder once more at the Arena..

[OOC: Sorry if I got anything wrong. ^^; ]

[sindre]

Twisting lazily through the clear sky like a white bat, a Polar Serpent funnelled through the cold air happily as she attempted to find the thermals. Because of the lack of warmth, the rising warm air was hard to depend on like she normally did. Clinging on to the icy dragon’s back was Sindre, a bedraggled limpet clinging onto her companion’s scaly back. Slightly red-faced, the girl had her arms wrapped firmly around Frostbite’s long neck and was looking forwards to a nice warm fire after a quick ride with her dragon. The day was sunny and the sapphire blue sky held few clouds. The bright midday sun beat down on her back, warming it up slightly despite the downside to the what-would be nice weather. There was a biting cold to the air, and a light breeze did not help this.

As the pair flew away from Toothless’ Forest and came towards the main village of Berk, Sindre found herself looking at a strange dragon at the Arena she often trained in. The brown dragon was unusual; instead of scales, it had thick fur, and instead of the normal webbed wings, it had feathers. Despite its exotic appearance, the reptile had a very dull colour scheme of brown and orange. By it’s side was what Sindre presumed to be it’s rider; someone she hadn’t seen around Berk before.

Frowning, the brown-haired girl dug her knees lightly into Frostbite’s sides and pointed out the two strangers. “You wanna check those two out?” she raised her voice over the wind, squinting at the blonde woman who didn’t seem to have noticed the Polar Serpent’s presence. The flying dragon was behind her after all. Instantly, the serpent-like dragon let out a sly warble and swooped down towards the brown dragon. Within a few seconds, Frostbite had dropped down behind her fellow dragon, intentionally creating a louder landing than normal as she puffed ashy blue smoke from her nostrils. The teal-tinted reptile gazed at the pair with slitted crystal blue eyes as tendrils of smoke drifted from her nose. Sindre watched as the woman quickly turned around, eyes curious as she leaned over Frostbite’s serpentine neck. “Who’re you? I haven’t seen you around.” she started suspiciously, normal shyness seemingly evaporating as curiousity got the better of her.

[ishtara]

Ishtara blinked at the new arrival. A dragon she'd never seen before, though judging by its overall appearance it was a type of ice dragon, maybe even a sea dragon. Skywalker growled lowly, immediately dropping into defensive mode, only quelled by her rider's gentle touch,

"Good afternoon, venn*. I am new here, so you wouldn't know me. My name is Ishtara; this is my friend Skywalker. Say hi, Sky, and be nice about it." The Sky Runner gave a bored look, before bending her left foreleg and lowering her body, bowing respectively before lurching back up. Her movements were almost like a horse's - even the saddle was a prototype a friend had given her. Her wings rustled as she warbled at the other dragon, greeting Frostbite in her own way.

Ishtara smiled as the dragons conversed, before looking to the other rider,

"What is your name, min venn*?" She asked, adjusting the quiver on her back as she smiled. It was obvious that Ishtara dwarfed the other in age, though one would never know simply by the kindness in the older viking's eyes.

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Glossary

venn - roughly translates into 'friend'
min venn - roughly translates into 'my friend'

[sindre]

Although the newly introduced Ishtara seemed friendly enough, her dragon was quite a different matter. The brown reptile had immediately dropped into a defensive crouch, feathers on end as she growled at Frostbite and Sindre. The Polar Serpent gazed challengingly at Skywalker, seemingly smiling at the prospect of a scuffle. However, with the gentle hand of her rider, the dragon was calmed and begrudgingly bowed in a horse-like way. Frostbite in comparison simply nodded her head casually, tail flicking mischievously from side to side. The frosty serpent let out a purring rumble in response to her fellow dragon’s warble, still seemingly smiling at the neutral-coloured beast.

“Hello, I’m Sindre and this is Frostbite.” Sindre greeted cautiously, swinging herself off of Frostbite’s back and moving forwards to her snake-like neck. Ishtara seemed older than her, but did not have the eyes of a warrior. There wasn’t that wild look, there was a softer and kinder touch… “Are you going to stay here, then? As a resident?” she asked boldly, still unsure of what to think of the newcomer. “I’ve never seen a dragon like your friend’s before…”

Her suspicion gave her the confidence to actually ask questions for a change, but she was becoming more comfortable with the stranger. She was really going against everything she had learned; why should she be trusting such a suspicious character? Frostbite, as always, retained her cocky attitude and stood tall and proud as she regarded the dragon opposite her.