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fandomhighdorms2010-05-15 07:24 pm
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The roof, Saturday morning earlyish
It was quiet on the roof this morning. The plants waved gently in the breeze and all was peaceful.
Until it was buzzed by a boy on a dragon.
They circled the dorms once, twice, three times before Toothless backwinged for a landing, dropping neatly onto the roof. Toothless' bright red prosthetic tailfin wasn't responding as well as it should, and this was a handy place to stop and check it out.
Hiccup was grinning, but then he always was after a flight. He unclipped his safety strap, swung his leg over and slid down, then paused, looking out over Fandom. It was both like and unlike Berk: tiny island, lots of buildings, taller in the middle than it was at the edges. Had its share of crazy people.
Toothless nudged him, making an impatient, demanding rumble, then pointed his nose at the harness. "All right, buddy," Hiccup said, turning back to the dragon. "Let's see if we can figure out what's making it stick."
[OOC: Open wheeee!]
Until it was buzzed by a boy on a dragon.
They circled the dorms once, twice, three times before Toothless backwinged for a landing, dropping neatly onto the roof. Toothless' bright red prosthetic tailfin wasn't responding as well as it should, and this was a handy place to stop and check it out.
Hiccup was grinning, but then he always was after a flight. He unclipped his safety strap, swung his leg over and slid down, then paused, looking out over Fandom. It was both like and unlike Berk: tiny island, lots of buildings, taller in the middle than it was at the edges. Had its share of crazy people.
Toothless nudged him, making an impatient, demanding rumble, then pointed his nose at the harness. "All right, buddy," Hiccup said, turning back to the dragon. "Let's see if we can figure out what's making it stick."
[OOC: Open wheeee!]

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She curled her arms around Hiccup's waist. "Too tight?"
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And Toothless's wings began to slice through the air, fast enough to make it whine as he lifted away from the trees, arcing upwards, going faster and faster every second until they tore through the clouds.
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She laughed as they passed though a cloud. "They're like fog!"
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Toothless sped up, flying high above the clouds, and began to curve slightly to take them back the way they'd come.
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For her that was squeefulness incarnate.
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The night wisps were still in top position though.