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She sneezed and the fishing rod in her hands briefly jumped in her grasp.

Astrid huffed out a grunt, a hand relinquishing hold on the line as she indignantly rubbed under her stubby nose with the back of her finger while her blue eyes dully leered at nothing in particular off-screen.

That sneeze. Someone talking smack about her?

Disregarding this fleeting suspicion, she shrugged it off, merely readjusting her grip on the handle, and settled posterior more comfortably on the moss-covered boulder beneath her.

Within the encompassing towering stone walls of what appears to be a lost oasis, Astrid engaged in fishing on these familiar grounds taken from her memory of a memorable location somewhere on the outskirts of the Viking's home village -- the exact place she stealthily pursued after Hiccup and discovered Toothless subsequently. 'Course, for Hiccup and his dragon, this secret watering hole served as a base where they established their bond as well.

Today, though it just served as a relaxing getaway for one of the female's less than energy draining hobbies. Or so she thought? There's a sudden reflection of a figure on the waters pristine surface and it was impossible not to notice she now has company.

Astrid blinked a moment, then pursed her lips and turned her head to look up sidelong at whoever approached her with a stare clearly of "Hey, don't scare the fish."

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[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"Breathers and me... we usually don't get along," Karis replied with a bit of a nasty tone to her comment, "Usually ends with one of us dead. So far, it's been the other guy."

She slowly starts reeling in again. "Don't see many zombies where you're from, huh?"

At least the kid wasn't being a bitch about it. Small consolation.

[astridhofferson.livejournal.com]

"If they must give you a hard time," Astrid smirked, casually leaning back on one arm, "the least they could do is give you a better challenge."

Something snagged her bait. Momentarily distracted, Astrid blinked and easily won in the tug o' war battle for control, then eventually reeled in an average brim. Eh.

She shook her head, free bangs gently swinging in front of her eyes, tongue sticking out the corner of her lip as she wrested the fish free from her hook. "Not outside stories back home. I'm usually skeptic though, really, so I was a little surprised."

Releasing it, she smiled lightly, watching the fish swim back into the water's depths. "But, heh, apparently anything goes on Stacy."

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"Tell me about it," Karis grumbled, although there was humor in there somewhere, "They wanna wipe us out; you'd think they could at least make a decent go of it, yeah?"

She finished reeling in and cast out again - oh, look. The breather caught something. Well, she wasn't bad. For a breather. Reminded her a bit of an orc or an elf she'd talked to a few times.

"This ship is fucking insane. I keep waiting for the Lich King to pop up or Kael'thas or any of the other bastards we've put six feet under."

[astridhofferson.livejournal.com]

Astrid brushed her hands together then unceremoniously on her lap and plantsuit. Hey, the creepy suits are self-cleaning, anyway. "Lich King?" Don't expect her to try and pronounce Kael'thas. "That name sounds like bad news."