Post by Primrose on Aug 10, 2019 7:15:16 GMT
((January 18th, Closed thread))
The morning hadn't been nearly as unorthodox as the night before. Meeting new people wasn't exactly Prim's strong point as is but she felt as though it was getting increasingly more difficult. Or so she thought. It was a little more difficult to get behind that theory with tall, dork and gangly toeing his way into her good graces ever so subtly. He'd stayed with her in the cave for the remainder of that night, rising fairly early the next morning. Primrose while slow to start was mostly quiet in the earlier hours with her bleary eyes and stuffy nose as she slowly woke into each day. Most of her words sounding like a numb slur with sleep holding onto her thickly, although walking Heimdall to the river for a morning snack and drink in the brisk air was enough to wake her up better. Hiccup had prompted his idea upon her return, to make good on his offer from the few nights ago that he take her somewhere he'd had in mind. Perhaps at an earlier time and with anyone else Primrose would have scoffed openly and turned him away, but given the events of the rogue rider and due to it being... Well, him she actually considered it before finally agreeing.
The beating wings of the brutish Goregutter carried her now, so far above the vast stretch of sea that the waves were like distant broken ripples. Heimdall was a shard of pure and vibrant white in the sky, ruby scales splashing the top of his body with massive crimson wings that pumped against the current of the wind that pulled this high up. His saddle secured Prim in place, she didn't have to lean in much to avoid the winds that ripped at her upon his back, although the breeze here was considerably warmer and more forgiving than Alaska's was.
Her blonde hair was pulled back, secured atop her head with the dark clip she often had on her. Braids on either side of her face with stray locks from the wild wings tugging some of the strands free from their places. The heavier cloak she'd left back at the camp, although she did have a fur piece she wore over her attire that wasn't so large that it would billow from her on the trip. From what she understood Hiccup's special little place wasn't so close by.
When she wasn't looking for a possible destination or at any of the passing islands as they traveled by, she found her gaze draw to him instead. Toothless was a marvel within himself, the sleek reptilian body that cut through the air almost soundlessly as far as she could tell, Heimdall didn't have such stealth available to him. The more she looked the more she saw the intricate patterns upon his scales, varying shapes that sloped along his body and curved with his limbs. She didn't only observe Toothless though, her attentions often diverting almost guiltily to Hiccup just as often. From the dark knots of braids in his hair and the way his locks shone a certain red when the sun caught it right, to the slope of his jaw that she got a glimpse of from the side if he was looking away or at the horizon. She'd look at him with an almost stern expression as she admired, before fluttering her gaze away if caught. But she never appeared too bashful, merely pressing her lips together and averting her mahogany gaze elsewhere.
The morning hadn't been nearly as unorthodox as the night before. Meeting new people wasn't exactly Prim's strong point as is but she felt as though it was getting increasingly more difficult. Or so she thought. It was a little more difficult to get behind that theory with tall, dork and gangly toeing his way into her good graces ever so subtly. He'd stayed with her in the cave for the remainder of that night, rising fairly early the next morning. Primrose while slow to start was mostly quiet in the earlier hours with her bleary eyes and stuffy nose as she slowly woke into each day. Most of her words sounding like a numb slur with sleep holding onto her thickly, although walking Heimdall to the river for a morning snack and drink in the brisk air was enough to wake her up better. Hiccup had prompted his idea upon her return, to make good on his offer from the few nights ago that he take her somewhere he'd had in mind. Perhaps at an earlier time and with anyone else Primrose would have scoffed openly and turned him away, but given the events of the rogue rider and due to it being... Well, him she actually considered it before finally agreeing.
The beating wings of the brutish Goregutter carried her now, so far above the vast stretch of sea that the waves were like distant broken ripples. Heimdall was a shard of pure and vibrant white in the sky, ruby scales splashing the top of his body with massive crimson wings that pumped against the current of the wind that pulled this high up. His saddle secured Prim in place, she didn't have to lean in much to avoid the winds that ripped at her upon his back, although the breeze here was considerably warmer and more forgiving than Alaska's was.
Her blonde hair was pulled back, secured atop her head with the dark clip she often had on her. Braids on either side of her face with stray locks from the wild wings tugging some of the strands free from their places. The heavier cloak she'd left back at the camp, although she did have a fur piece she wore over her attire that wasn't so large that it would billow from her on the trip. From what she understood Hiccup's special little place wasn't so close by.
When she wasn't looking for a possible destination or at any of the passing islands as they traveled by, she found her gaze draw to him instead. Toothless was a marvel within himself, the sleek reptilian body that cut through the air almost soundlessly as far as she could tell, Heimdall didn't have such stealth available to him. The more she looked the more she saw the intricate patterns upon his scales, varying shapes that sloped along his body and curved with his limbs. She didn't only observe Toothless though, her attentions often diverting almost guiltily to Hiccup just as often. From the dark knots of braids in his hair and the way his locks shone a certain red when the sun caught it right, to the slope of his jaw that she got a glimpse of from the side if he was looking away or at the horizon. She'd look at him with an almost stern expression as she admired, before fluttering her gaze away if caught. But she never appeared too bashful, merely pressing her lips together and averting her mahogany gaze elsewhere.