Childs' play (Fyklir, Ulrika)

[Baldr the Bonkers]

DATE & TIME : 18th August
WEATHER CONDITIONS : Cloudy
CHARACTERS INVOLVED : Ulrika, Baldr (Fyklir & Hilda)
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Baldr had told his family about his talk with Ulrika that night and mentioned all his thoughts about her. Both of them found her interesting, though Hilda's interest was only passing, as she had other things to think about at the time.

Fyklir's interest was much more sustained, and by the next day he was asking his father to meet the girl. Baldr didn't agree to it straight away, while he knew the girl wasn't that dangerous, she was stupid enough to become dangerous to the kid.

But by the following day his son had worn him down enough to accept the idea and so the three of them paid a visit to the hut Ulrika was in when Crabapple wasn't looking after her. When they came in Baldr was the first to speak (unless Ulrika makes a comment), “This is my son, Fyklir, and my wife. He wanted to meet you, she’s come along to keep an eye on you.”[/color] He ruffled his son’s hair, “play nice, both of you.”[/color]

He then turned and left, he had quite a few things to do today. Hilda sat down on a box nearby and started working on some clothing she needed to fix and Fyklir walked over Ulrika and sat down in front of her. He smiled at her in a sweet manner, “Hi.”[/color]

[Ulrika]

After the initial conversation between the two top heads of Hysteria, in that afternoon she had been visited by Theraputix and a small group of burly Vikings, to make sure the kid wouldn't attack/run away as the Healer tried to assess what injuries she may have sustained from the fall .

it was a difficult struggle and lasted longer than it should have done because of the wild blonde child. It was confirmed that she had broken a few ribs and earned a few bruises. She had a band of cloth tightly wrapped around her middle to help keep the bones more or less in place, and luckily for Ulrika it meant she was allowed to do less strenuous work than originally anticipated.

The next day Ulrika was still tied up. From being cooped up so long in one place, indoors, was taking a negative effect on the girl, who spent the majority of her time outside, outside the village. Restrained and sat on the cold floor for long periods of time, and most of all in solitude was putting the ViT in a low mood.

She was awake, but she couldn't do anything. It was abnormal for the girl. She missed running around outside and all sorts of antics that she would get up to with her classmates and fellow villagers. She heaved a little sigh before hanging her head down... Why'd she have to get caught!

Just then the door opened, and Ulrika squinted a little as the daylight outside flooded the room. She didn't look up straight away, but when Baldr began to speak, she looked up two see three people - one she recognised from yesterday - Baldr the Chief. He was accompanied by a woman and a smaller boy with similar hair to his father.

Ulrika frowned. Just like the day before, she really hadn't anticipated the possibility of there being children like her on the island, supposing that everyone on Hysteria were just huge behemoths of angry enemy Viking. The boy - Fyklir, looked slightly younger than herself. Baldr quickly left whilst Fyklir's mother sat in view working on some fabrics.

The Berkite wrinkled her nose slightly as the boy came forth and sat down in front, not quite sure how to react, whether to treat him as an enemy as well or whatever... He didn't look mean and Hysteria-like...

“Hi.”[/color]

The greeting stunned Ulrika slightly, not expecting it at all, especially as how she was spoken with the other day, the brief time allowing her mind to twist the event into something a little worse than what actually happened. Her lips tweaked into a half frown half awkward smile in response to the friendly gesture.

She realised a little after she probably should say something in return. "Uh... Hi."[/color]

Ulrika felt unnecessarily awkward, as if she felt she had to say something. "You're the chief's kid right..?"[/color] A moment of confirmation, "Some fat dude said I should've killed you..."

Well. That was Ulrika's best attempt at making conversation. She had little to play off of, and she has never really been in a converstation like this before, one on one, not really in public without bullies or dragons or trying to prove herself...

She gave a nervous grin at the boy. Being on Hysteria was really testing her in a way she never expected.

[Baldr the Bonkers]

The girl looked at Fyklir, she looked startled by his greeting. He tiled his head slightly at her, hoping she’d react positibly to him. She needed a friend here after all. It seemed like she was at least trying to be friendly, though her face seemed unwilling to commit to it.

She finally returned his greeting before mentioning commonts from ‘Some fat dude’. His mum clenched slightly when she heard the girl say that but held her tongue that time. Fyklir looked at her slightly confused at her. Who was she talking about…?

It then clicked, “Oh, you mean Crabapple,” he smiled slightly, “yeah that sounds like him.” He found the Viking intimidating (though to be honest most adult Vikings were to the small boy) but he knew that Crabapple didn’t mean anything of his comment. He was relatively nice to him.

He noticed the girl wasn’t finding the conversation that easy, “What’s your name?” the boy asked. “My name’s Fyklir Bingles Bjorg and I’m 8 and two-thirds.” He was happy he’d gotten at least a bit of a conversation going.

“Do you know Dragon tongue?”[/color] the boy asked, “ My dad taught me it, he said it would be useful for me to know it so I would have an edge when it came to fighting dragons when I’m older. Not many of my friends were taught it by their parents so I’ll have something they won’t.”

His face was gleaming, he enjoyed the fact he knew things the others didn’t, especially seeing that most of them were ahead of him in things like strength and speed.

[Ulrika]

OOC: sorry the reply's a bit crap, a little unimaginative xd

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Ulrika tilted her head at the name. "That's a pretty stupid name."[/color] She replied. After that interrogation, she didn't like that man very much. Well, she didn't like the Hysterians as a whole anyway... ish. Fyklir was showing a similar kindess as his father had done... But friendlier.

He introduced himself. Fyklir wasn't a weird name. She smiled that the kid was younger than her. It meant she could brag about stuff and get away with it better. "I'm Ulrika Weostan. I'm thirteen.[/color]

The red haired child immediately asked if she knew 'Dragon Tongue'. "What? You mean Dragonese?[/color] She frowned a little. The little boy knew dragonese! He didn't even like dragons, he and his kind killed them instead! She growled a little at that.

"I don't."[/color] She mumbled regrettably. "But that's only because no one wanted to show me!"[/color] She protested. "I wish I knew what my dragon said. Timber gets on with everyone else better and I don't like that... You wouldn't know, you guys kill dragons..."[/color]

[Baldr the Bonkers]

Fyklir smiled at her comment about Crabapple’s name, “Yeah, I suppose it is. My dad didn’t want to give me a name to scare trolls away, he says we have enough monsters to be worried about to have to think about worry about them too. Also he apparently really wanted to name me after grandpa.” [/b]

The girl then asked him about the fact he knew dragonese. He sort of knew that was what the language was actually called, but he preferred the term dragon tongue. The girl seemed sad that she could speak the language or understand her dragon. “So you own a Timberjack?” [/b]

He found the idea of riding a dragon interesting, though he was far too scared of the creatures to ever think that’d be a good idea. His father had taught him enough about dragons to come to the conclusion they would be too smart to be controllable, and therefore more scary to him than they would be if they were merely wild beasts. Wild beasts are predictable.

When she corrected him and told him what her dragon actually was, Fyklir’s eye widened quite a bit. “Y-You own a night fury?” [/b] his voice showed his shock and amazement, “how on earth could you control a creature like that? Surely it’s too smart and powerful for that!”[/b]

[Ulrika]

Ulrika raised her eyebrows a bit in confusion as Fyklir asked whether she owned a Timberjack or not. Timberjack? What was he on about? Then it clicked. She grinned a little.

"No, no way! Timber's short for Timbersbane. Timber is a Night Fury. She totally destoryed a Timberjack to protect me!"[/color] Ulrika beamed at Fyklir's reaction, and she soaked up all that awe and attention she got - she hardly got that at home and it was something she loved to recieve.

She gave a confident smirk as the boy was amazed at the girl's feats to train a dragon of such a standard. "It was a doddle,"[/color] She answered coolly, trying to sound badass again. "You have to show them who's boss, and worth paying attention to."[/color] She feigned. That wasn't how she got Timber at all, but that was how she pictured it in her head anyway.

"Dragons are harmless anyway once they're on your side. Total pushovers. I seen some dragons in the village act like overgrown puppies... Why do you guys hate dragons so much anyway?"[/color] She asked, tilted her head slightly. She still didn't understand why, as she had been brought up around dragons, and yes, she had to escape angry dragons several times a week, but she knew that most of them weren't hostile straight away. Unfortunately for her she hadn't realised why they get provoked around her.

[Baldr the Bonkers]

Fyklir listened attentively as the girl explained how to control a night fury. It sounded a bit too easy for the boy to believe, but how would he know? He didn’t live with dragons so he took Ulrika’s word for it. She then asked him why his island was anti-dragon. He thought for a moment, trying to make sure he told the story right.

“Long before I was born, there was the great battle between my great grandfather and the dragons of the day. He lost and a lot of people died. The last chief, my great uncle, swore to oppose every dragon from then. They’ve caused our lands nothing but pain since.”

Hilda looked at her son unhappily, she knew what he’d said wasn’t totally true, but it was the common knowledge and Hrothgar had made sure it was the only one. It wasn’t yet time to change it.

“But, you want to learn dragon tongue, right? I’d teach you it if you want. I mean, I only know it for when I’m older and have to use it while fighting dragons. You probably need it much more now.” Fyklir didn’t really think about the treasonous implications of this offer, it was just a language to him and she was just a girl that’d like to learn.

[Ulrika]

Ulrika frowned as Fyklir explained a brief history of Hysteria. "That sucks. Dragons are so cool."[/color] Ulrika said afterwards. She couldn't imagine a life where dragons were dangerous to everyone, and killing them was a part of their lifestyle.

There was a small pause, but then the kid proposed to teach her dragonese. She gasped, at first eager to accept, but then cut it short as pride got in the way. Taught Dragonese, by the enemy?! By someone younger than her no less!

But then again... Ever since Ulrika had been with her dragon, she was realising that Dragonese might actually be important. Especially as she got the feeling that Timber was talking about her in secret to the others, but right under her nose. If only she could understand something...

Her face contorted several times as she tried to make a decision. The desire to understand her dragon finally won, but still slightly reluctant. "Alright."[/color] She mumbled, as if still slightly unsure. "Is it hard?"[/color] Ulrika asked. She did want to understand her dragon, and she had never learnt a language before. It wouldn't be like learning to shoot or to swing a sword.

"What should I say? Like, commands or flying stuff..."[/color] She trailed off as she lacked ideas what she could talk to her dragon about. Either way her suggestions were far too ambitious for a beginner.

[Baldr the Bonkers]

The girl gasped and then froze, Fyklir waited for her to give a response. She seemed like she really wanted to learn dragonese so Fyklir was slightly taken aback by the reluctance of her agreement, forgetting that they were technically enemies and Ulrika wouldn’t like the idea of being helped by an enemy.

She then asked if it was hard to learn, he shrugged, “I guess?” he’d learned it at too young an age to be able to grasp how hard the language was. She then started giving possible things for her to be taught. Fyklir thought for a moment then said, “I think we should start at the very basics, like greetings.”

“So the word for hello is howdeedothere, pronounced hello (OOC:).” he smiled at her, “How about you try to say it, hello.” The girl at first then failed miserable at it, he snickered slightly at the noices she made. “No no no, let’s try it accentless first, howdeedothere, try that.”

She told him off for laughing at her before trying again, “Sorry, they were funny noises,” as she tried again the girl then gave up sulked slightly. Fyklir sided, this girl was going to be very hard, and they were only one hello. He spent a good amount of time on that one word, long enough that Hilda finished her work and told them he had to go.

[Ulrika]

Ulrika frowned a little at Fyklir's choice to start at the basics, but she went with it anyway. He explained how to pronounce the word hello in dragonese and let her try. Ulrika attemped to speak, but she had in mind how dragons sounded like to her, and ended up implementing gurgles and growls like she would do in the wild against animals.

"Grrawwaajfdlafdanafeadaefam;dlfkvmseifjs" She said. Fyklir laughed, to which she scowled at him. "It's not funny!" She said in an elevated volume. It continued like this for a few more goes until Fyklir specified to pronounce the word slower and clearer without any strange accents or dialects or whathaveyous.

Little progress was made throughout the afternoon, and soon Fyklir's mother had finished repairing clothes and was fed up with the growlings of the Berkite girl. It was time for Fyklir to leave. Ulrika continued scowling.

"H-hey! We haven't finished yet!" But she realised that he had to go. He was still a kid, but she wasn't totally aware of discipline at the same time. "You'll come back right?!" She asked, before he had to really go.

Once she had returned to solitude, Ulrika realised how much the interaction had meant to her. People were actually interested in having conversation with her, even if they were the enemy. With no one around, cold and alone in the hut, she felt very isolated.

She was awoken later in the night by the sound of scuttling. It unnerved her, as in the darkness she couldn't totally see what it was, until she heard a more familiar growling noise. A terrible terror! Here in the hut! She shifted as much as she could to try see the creature. It was trying to get into a barrel, most likely of food. Ulrika grinned. Perhaps now it was time to try what she had learnt so far.

"Rghwaarrdeeeerrrduurr." She said, which made the terror turn around in fright and arch it's back, preparing a hiss just in case. It was living on Hysteria after all. Ulrika saw this, and unable to escape, began to feel the pressure of trying not to get torched. "Nonononono I'm from Berk I'm a good guy!" She tried to reason. "GGhrrrarwaaarrro."

The terror paused. "O?"[/i] Ulrika noticed the unusual reaction. Had she got it right? The Terror wasn't totally convinced. It still bristled with fear and ready to defend itself. As well as Ulrika hadn't said anything more yet. It was just a fluke.

"Ah!" Ulrika gasped as she tried to struggle. She was bound fast, to the point that a lone measly terrible terror could overcome her! "Grhaaawwwwdreeee'lo!" She tried again. "I'm good i swear!" She reasoned. The Hysterian dragon didn't seem to want anything of it.

The dragon started hissing. He didn't want this girl to alert his presence.

"Grrhawawaadereder'lo'lllo'elloelloelloellohellolhellohello hello hello- She began blurting out of fear as the dragon advanced to take it's shot. But then it realised that the girl was trying to communicate with her.

"Are you saying... hello?"[/i]

Ulrika only recognised the last word because of her constant repetition. She gave an exasperated sigh of replied and slumped slightly. "Hellohellohello. She said.

Unfortunately the conversation didn't get any further. By then Ulrika had made so much noise the guard outside decided to see what the heck was going on, saw the terror and impaled it with his pike before it could get away. He grumbled as he lifted the carcass out of the hut by the blade. "Bloody pests..." He muttered, hardly even noticing the prisoner as he closed the door again.

Ulrika was petrified at what just happened before her eyes. She had a reality shock. She was on Hysteria. They killed dragons. She had no business here. She realised what danger she had put herself into. She had hardly known the Terror, and Ulrika was on the verge of being on friendly terms with it, which was a rare occurence. She was a hunter, and used to seeing animals die, she had no problem with that. But on Berk, Dragons are different compared to animals.

She wept herself to sleep that night, from the witness of the slaughter of a Terrible Terror, as well as her reality shock. She decided if she saw Fyklir again she wouldn't ask for more lessons.