Post by ♛𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖♛ on Jul 5, 2017 1:46:21 GMT
I'M TIRED OF FIGHTING
FOR ONCE
I WANT TO BE FOUGHT FOR
I WANT TO BE FOUGHT FOR
TAG: Hiccup . WORDS: XXX. NOTES: "Speaking" 'Thoughts and actions'
Kristen chuckled, and jumped up behind Gustov, patting his shoulder and Fanghook's neck, smiling gently.
"You don't need to worry about me, but I appreciate the gesture. I'll most likely take you up on that offer."
She laughed again and looked around, excited to be able to get to know the isle of Berk better with her newfound friend. She didn't mind the age difference between them, a friend is a friend, physical appearance, age, disabilities, none of it mattered to her. His words overall caused her to smile so much her cheeks hurt, considering she didn't ever remember smiling this much since she was a young girl, and her mother didn't have her brother to dote on.
Well, they have their wish now. Her brother was being groomed to be the next horrible chief in that line of horrible people, and she didn't have to deal with it anymore. She shrugged her shoulders slightly, and smiled again, sighing softly and closing her eyes briefly, before opening them again and leaning forward to look at Gustov.
"So, where to first? You mentioned huts? Do you just have those on hand here? I've never lived in a building... I've always lived under the earth. I was literally living under a rock, so you'll have to pardon my... lack of intelligent dealing with the surface."
She laughed once more, looking around again and taking in her surroundings. The surface and Berk were beautiful to her, and she was pleased to be able to make a new home here, even if it was only possibly temporary. She wasn't sure if she'd stick around yet, it depended on if her bad lock followed her or not.