[The feed clicks on and Astrid moves away from it, standing off-screen. The camera is instead focused on her Deadly Nadder, standing a handful of feet away and tilting it's head in a birdlike fashion. Astrid tuts, scuffing her feet.]

I've had you for over a month now. And I still can't think of a name.

[The PCD clatters onto a video feed with Astrid letting out a shrill yelp and falling out of view of the screen. In the view instead is a bird-like reptile of sorts, squawking and flapping its wings at her. It snaps its jaws at her again, and in her flailing to get away, Astrid kicks the PCD and the feed shuts off ( Read more... )

...This attire is entirely impractical. How can anyone move in this much fabric...?

[Astrid is seated, looking highly displeased, in a teal-green gradiented version (like the shirt she usually wears) version of this. Her arms are folded over her chest and she... yeah. Doesn't look pleased at all.]

[The feed clicks on and Astrid's hand retreats from the screen to show her seated, leaning back on her hands on a patch of snow. She's smiling, faintly.]

I almost might miss the constant daylight-- it at least meant you could do this and it would be warmer.

[She reaches over to the screen again, and fiddles with it for a while. The following ( Read more... )

[The shift was abrupt, and she noticed the distinct change in her attitude and how she felt-- one minute she wanted everything, in strange physical and abstract ways --and the next she was just... Astrid ( Read more... )

[The PCD feed cuts on to Astrid's hand coming away from the screen as she stalks away and starts pacing. After a while she wanders back and picks it up, smiling oddly at it. She then starts pacing again, the PCD in her hand. She stops, after a while, picking a small tool up and almost absently putting it in the pouch at her hip. She looks at the ( Read more... )

[It's been a few days, and Astrid has gotten restless sitting around in the little house attached to Hiccup's smithy. She's so used to things being in constant motion, to there always being something to do-- dragon raids at night, dragon training in the day, helping her mother when she wasn't doing anything else... The lull of excitement was ( Read more... )

[The feed cuts on to an awkward view of a slender teenage girl, the PCD laying somewhere near her feet as she presses herself up against the side of a building. She looks left, then right, then back left, and eventually takes a careful step forward, appearing to be holding her breath ( Read more... )

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