Clumsy Greeting ((Slode||Asther))

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Slode dangled his legs over the dock, vest strewn of the planks behind him. It was a pleasantly warm day, and by that I mean, it wasn't hailing or snowing and the sun was almost visible from out behind a thick layer of clouds. Slode knew he was supposed to be over-seeing the loading of a trading ship, 'The Scallion', but, as far as he was concerned, the crew seemed to be doing a good enough job on their own. He barely ever got to spend any time with Kalithra anymore, what with his "Viking' responsibilities and everything. He knew it was all just a big joke; no-one REALLY wanted him doing the real dangerous things, and so, he was given the easy jobs.

Kalithra had her great head rested on the dock beside her rider, his hand scratching the scales behind her ears. She worried about him when he brooded like this; it wasn't healthy for a human to be so down-trodden, even SHE knew that. But she just couldn't get him to smile!

On Slode's other side a big bucket of cod sat, and he intermediatly threw a fish to his dragon. But the bucket was running on empty now, and Slode's legs were falling alsleep, and he figured he'd better get back to 'work'. But just as he stood, his Viking helmet slipped off his head and into the water beside Kalithra. Of course Kalithra fished it back out for him, but when he plopped it back onto his head, the water splashed down over his face, and drenched his head.

"Great," he mumbled, wiping water off his brow. "I hope to Thor no-one sees me like this..." but he had no such luck; just as he turned around to get back to 'The Scallion', he bumped into someone, scattering water dropplets all over them.

"Oh, Gods, sorry!" he stammered, trying to brush his water-soaked bangs out of his face to get a look at who he'd bumped into.

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[ABYSS]

Asther walked down the path well-worn into the side of the sheer cliff face. It was mostly overcast today, the sun was attempting to show through the clouds. The breeze blew her black hair off her shoulders, flattening her bangs against her forehead and poking her green eyes. She blinked rapidly, making a slightly disgruntled sound at the nuisance. She brushed her hair aside and continued on her way carefully.

Puff wasnt with her...that was almost a first. Since she first started observering him all those years ago, she'd spent some time in the village taming Puff before leaving again for a few years...to solidify her bond and become one with her dragon. He was currently hunting, his keen senses aware for the slightest sound of prey..big or small. Also, he was keeping one ear open for her. She had something with her. Two somethings, actually. A carved wooden whistle she'd made herself that produced a unique sound...almost beyond the pitch which human ears could hear. Dragons were able to hear it though, and she'd trained Puff with the sound. After short work, he could recognize it almost anywhere within a reasonable distance. He'd also learned the difference between two different calls, one that was simply that; a call, or one that was of distress.

He was an incredibly intelligent dragon, something she loved about him. He was also larger than the average Night Fury, giving him an edge when needed. However, she knew that he had a soft spot for pleasing sounds when he was tired. She'd made a wooden flute as well, and she'd figured out how to play it. She had made two wordless songs over time. She'd made them for him, to soothe him to sleep after a long day, like a lullaby. She smiled softly at the thought of him sleepily drifting off next to her by a fire beneath a starry sky. That was one of her favorite memories...a night after they'd accomplished much, they both had enjoyed the peace of being together.

Approaching the dock, she saw another person and their dragon, apparently observing the busy people aboard 'The Scallion'. Walking down the dock, she turned her head to watch her reflection, gazing past it into the water, dark even though it was shallow. Its almost... she never completed her thought. Not paying attention to where she was going, she'd walked into whomever had been sitting...now standing on the dock.

"Oh, Gods, sorry!" a male voice stammered. She shook her head vigorously to remove her face of water that had flown from him onto her. Backpedaling a few steps, she quickly ran her hand through her hair and grumbled. "Watch it!" the water was cold and unexpected, enough to make anybody unhappy about it. With a slightly lighter voice she added, murmuring slightly, "Sorry...shouldve watched where I was going..." She had been going down to the edge of the dock to watch the sky and wait to see Puff flying overhead...maybe even fly some with him.