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Post by Henretta Choi on Sept 19, 2017 1:54:10 GMT
Henretta smiled warmly at Heather, and couldn't help a small laugh at the Razorwhip's response to Heather's proposition. Her blue nadder let out his own unamused warning growl, to which Henry pat his nose.
"Dropping is my speciality, though I'm pretty excelled at falling too. Isn't that right, Gummy?" She asked the last but in a baby voice, who crooned and leaned against her touch. "It's a good mix of the two." Gummy said back and his rider rolled her eyes at his smug tone.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2017 15:30:41 GMT
Heather chuckled at their exchange, not quite understanding them but from the roll of Henry's eyes she had a feeling it wasn't amusing to the woman. She couldn't help looking at the Razorwhip with an affectionate smile, the metallic dragon humming as she extended her neck, nuzzling her rider, "We're not much different. You could say me and Windshear diving into danger has become our specialty, much to the annoyance of Hiccup and the others." Heather chuckled, pressing her forehead to Windshear's snout, the Razorwhip letting our a soft croon and closing her bright green eyes.
In the back of Heather's mind though, she couldn't help wondering now that Hiccup was family, and Valka too, would they be overly protective as Dagur could be sometimes? Would they be just as likely to dive into danger if needed despite the relation? Perhaps she had gone about this all wrong after all. "You know, adventure really doesn't hurt sometimes after all." Heather said with a broad grin, the unease and troubled look melting away to a more normal her.
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