Tavros: What problems? [OPEN]

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How long has he been on the ship, a couple of weeks? Three? Time's flown by for the dorky little troll, and he's stopped keeping track. It doesn't seem to matter much, anyway. People go about their business, drama rises and falls, and for the most part he stays out of it.

As much as he's gotten to know and like this mostly-human crew, he has to admit it sucks being the only Alternian on the ship. He'd love to see another grey face or be able to talk about his custodian without having to stop and explain what they are. And of course, there's the matter of the evaluations. He has no idea what to expect or what's going to happen if he fails. When he fails, maybe. Conversations with Alex have made it obvious to him how different troll culture is from the basic human one that governs the ship. Are they going to judge him by their standards? Will he be culled if he answers wrong?

But enough of these depressing thoughts. Alex has been spending time with Luna lately, which has left Tavros free to explore the ship by himself. Today he's decided to see what these sensoriums can really do. First comes the easy part, reconstructing his hive and the area around it purely from memory. Barn, cliffs, and far below, the strip of beach and glittering dark ocean beyond. He's done this before. The darkness is just as comforting as it was the first time.

Now for the hard part.

Tavros closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Happy thoughts, that's how it works, think of good things, and...

He doesn't open his eyes until he feels the wheelchair drop away beneath him. He's still amazed to find himself suspended in the air, nearly seven feet off the ground.

He's flying!

He can't help it. Even homesickness and evaluations can't bring him down now. Grinning happily, Tavros takes off, swooping this way and that, only stopping near cloud level to have another look around. The forest, the ocean, the distant glow and thrum of a city just beyond the horizon, and above him...

Tavros smiles. He's spent enough time staring at these stars to replicate some of the constellations without Stacy's help. And let's not forget the moons, the huge baleful green one and the other tiny and pink.

None of this is going to fix any of his problems, but as far as distractions go, rearranging the stars is a pretty good one.

((OOC: Feel free to hop in! I'm never too busy for another thread. And don't worry, your character should be able to float or "walk" on the open air near him, unless you particularly feel like having them drop like a stone, in which case Tavros will do his best to save them. XD))

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Bunp! Tavros winces, but it didn't really hurt. Trolls sometimes sustain worse injuries than that just checking their e-mail.

"Okay, okay! Um, sorry. Not trolls, then. What are you trying to, uh..."

He falls obediently silent as Toothless starts drawing again. A figure with no horns. A human, he guessed. Then back to the horns. And then another headbonk for no apparent reason.

"He-hey, stop it! I don't see, how--"

And tap. Tavros brightens a little.

"Oh, you mean, it's a, it's a hat? Is that what you mean? As in, the people on the ship, who wear the weird horn hats?"

He's always meant to ask about those, but most of the Vikings are intimidating. Are the hats their way of trying to emulate trolls? Because they're not very convincing. Those horns aren't even orange.

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Toothless bobbed his head emphatically at the little troll when he came to the correct conclusion. Yes, a hat! They wear these silly horned things on their heads, probably to try and look formidable. It's not terribly effective, but I give them props for trying. He continued to bob his head when Tavros went on to mention the meatshippers who wore those hats. Yes, them. There are a handful of them-- one of them is mine. Another one is sort of half mine, since she belongs to the one that is mine (and no, Astrid, Hiccup does not belong to you. He is my Viking. But I'll share if you're nice.). After a moment, Toothless tapped the drawing again and then took a step backward, spinning widely to gesture to their surroundings. This world was a Viking world. The people here wore those silly hats.

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Tavros grins at the reaction. Hell yeah, he got it! Not on the first try, but he got it. So Toothless is apparently from the same world as those odd kids with the horn hats. A couple of them sort of reminded him of trolls already, so the hats made sense to him in a strange roundabout way.

"I don't really, uh, know them very well. I met Hiccup, once. He's really nice. Uh, kind of, shy, though."

Kind of awkward too, but that would just be the pot calling the kettle a dork.

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The fact that Tavros had met Hiccup earned him a pleased crooning sound and quite possibly the most ridiculous facial expression ever to grace the features of a Night Fury. Dropping the tree branch, he peeled his lips away from toothless gums, the corners of his mouth quirking upward in his very best impression of the awkward, crooked grin Hiccup had given him that day in the cove. It had gotten easier to make the expression since he had done it a handful of times, now, but it was still awkward and strained his muscles oddly. It made him wonder why humans did it so often.

After a moment or two of that, he let his mouth fall back the way it sat normally and picked up the stick again, drawing a large circle around his stick figure of Hiccup and then setting one of his front feet in the circle. Hiccup is my boy, Tavros. See? Mine. He made all these crazy things that he puts on my back and I can fly because of them.

...Though yes, he was kind of shy around other humans. Which was borderline hilarious to the dragon, given the things he knew went on with Hiccup and Astrid. Though he supposed how one reacted to strangers did greatly differ from how one reacted to one's chosen mate.

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Tavros can't help it. That face. He snrks, covers his mouth, and tries not to be completely obvious about the fact that he's laughing. After all, this is a totally majestic dragon, right? It's probably bad luck to offend a dragon, or something.

He settles down as Toothless starts drawing again, but thankfully this gesture is more obvious to him. He smiles.

"So, you two must be like, moirails, or best friends, um, or something like that, then? That's pretty impressive. The only other troll I know, um, who has a dragon friend, hasn't really had a chance to meet her yet."

And never will, except as a game sprite. But Tavros doesn't know this. And it's not like Toothless would understand the concept even if he did.