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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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[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

Ever since learning just how the Sensoriums worked, Allenby had avoided them. It had been bad enough to wake up in a mucus pod with some lady speaking inside her skull and trying to make Allenby feel like it was her mom. The thought of willingly walking into a space that would let Stacy poke around in her head? No. No way.

Everything about this ship was just too damn intrusive. It wasn't as though Allenby could watch what was going on inside her... her liver or wherever, so why did Stacy get to breathe down their necks in all but a handful of places on the ship?

But her run had taken her close to the Sensoriums, and she'd poked in, reasoning that she had to want to use them for anything to happen. And it looked like someone else was already doing that, which meant that Allenby's head wasn't the one being invaded. That... well she could be okay with that. Maybe.

It looked like a girl, not older than fifteen, fishing at a pond. "Hey, whatcha up to?" Allenby asked, looking around as she walked over. If she didn't know better, she wouldn't know that this beautiful little dell was a fiction.

[astridhofferson.livejournal.com]

Astrid let go of the acrimonious stare towards Allenby and shut her eyes briefly as she nonchalantly waved the rod with a to-and-fro motion, gesturing exactly what she was doing.

Isn't it obvious enough?

[nobel-berserker.livejournal.com]

Oh. Fishing... Allenby had seen the old fella and his grandkids fishing on their houseboat, though she'd never learned how to do that herself. She might've asked this girl if she could teach her, if it hadn't been for the stinkeye. Well. She was kind of in her... imagination, or something. Allenby couldn't blame her for wanting privacy.

"Sorry, I'm in your space, aren't I?" she said, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly. "I don't mean to interrupt or nothin'. I'm still getting used to this whole Stacy thing."

[astridhofferson.livejournal.com]

Well, Astrid was going to gladly agree about interrupting her solitude, then you had to go and be polite, Allenby. She didn't mean anything personal with the stinkeye -- it's one of her neutral Astrid expressions, you see.

"It's fine -- but if you want a swim, take it elsewhere," she lightly teased.

Huh, a newbie. Astrid has 'fond' memories of her first experience. "New? Yeah, it's a little insane. Welcome to you new home, I guess."