Dated May 5, 2013

[talking_fishbone]

To say things hadn't gone as planned would have been both a gross understatement and, essentially, the story of Hiccup's life. Last time, it had ended with a dragon for a friend and, maybe, some interest from Astrid. Today, though, it ended with him covered in a splicer's blood and creeping towards the showers. Normally, he'd have just dove into the waterfall to get the worst of it off, but the feel of it was so foul that Hiccup had a feeling he'd do better with more immediate measures.

Hopefully, he wouldn't have to make too many explanations. No matter what the reason, saying hello to someone whilst dripping with all manner of filth never went well for anyone.

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[followsthewisps]

Merida smiles softly at him. It's admirable how he cares for his friends in such a way that he makes them the best for their safety.

"The island must be full of your master works, then."

[talking_fishbone]

"Only for people who ask it of me. I wouldn't force a sword on someone who didn't want it." He paused and added, "Or for someone whose father forbade me to give the four-year-old a sword for everyone's peace of mind."

[followsthewisps]

She laughs, not needing much to guess who's child Hiccup is speaking of. "Normally I'd point out that I was four when I was gifted my first weapon, but I think our wee neighbor can wait a bit still."

[talking_fishbone]

"Yeah, but at four years old, none of us were Reynald," Hiccup reminded her. Not that he really thought Reynald was any kind of threat, but he would abide by Robb's request.