Fifty-Fifth Theory [Voice/Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don has been returned from his mission with the Malnosso. In this case, that means that his guide-droid politely but firmly made it clear to him that sorry, but he had to leave.]

[His journal is returned to him, he's shown to a teleporter, and a moment later he's standing in the village's coffee shop. After getting something - well, a number of somethings - to eat, he settles into a booth and opens said journal.]

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Guys, I'm back. I'm at the coffee shop. [Almost as an afterthought:] I'm okay. Robert, can you bring my snowsuit?

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If anyone was waiting... I'm back.

[Some time later, he adds:] Has anyone heard of a Deadly Nadder? Or a Gronckle?

Comments

[i_speak_softly]

[This is. So. Exciting.]

The Malnosso just sent me to a library and told me to organize notes about them. [But who cares about notes?] What are they like in real life?

[dragoneer]

[YOU'RE TELLING HIM.]

R-really? The Malnosso had you do that? [Oh man. He hopes he has notes he can see or something.] They're, um--well? They're...dragon-y. Not quite as fast and intelligent as Toothless, but they magnificent creatures.

[i_speak_softly]

[He wasn't allowed to take anything, but that doesn't mean he can't copy what he read from memory.]

[He's trying to hear "toothless" as an adjective, so this sentence isn't parsing well.] Fast, intelligent, and what?

[He will totally come back to that "intelligent" thing in a minute.]

[dragoneer]

Uhh--well. [Hmm. Where to start with this.] Did you learn about Night Furies at all?

[i_speak_softly]

Very little. The books said no one has ever seen one.

[dragoneer]

[Okay thaaaaaat is a little too close to home to be coincidence.]

Wait, was--was it the viking's dragon training guide?

[i_speak_softly]

... It may have been?

[He didn't pay much attention to the title.]

[dragoneer]

It said the exact same thing in our dragon book. Nothing about Night Furies. But I know about them because I have one.

[i_speak_softly]

You - what?

[dragoneer]

...Iiii have a Night Fury. With me. Here in Luceti.

[i_speak_softly]

Have. A Night Fury. [He's struggling with this word "have". Do you mean like a pet?]

[dragoneer]

Yeah. He's my best friend. I met him and trained him back on Berk.

[i_speak_softly]

[Confused about the nature of this relationship.] Trained him in what?

[dragoneer]

In...not habitually attacking every viking he sees? All of the dragons are that way now, actually.

[i_speak_softly]

They have to be trained to not attack people?

[dragoneer]

Well--not anymore! They only attacked us because we attacked them. But we don't do that anymore, so they don't either.

[i_speak_softly]

Why... did you stop?

[Not in the sense of "Why would you ever do that", but with the suspicion that the reason for stopping will shed a lot of light on the whole dragon/viking situation.]

[dragoneer]

Well, they were only attacking our village and stealing our food because of this big queen bee dragon. We called it the Green Death.

[i_speak_softly]

The books didn't mention a Green Death...

[dragoneer]

I'm not surprised. We didn't even know it existed until just recently.

[i_speak_softly]

So the dragons attacked the vikings because the vikings attacked them because they were stealing food because someone else was making them.

[This is almost as convoluted as his own family's feud with the Foot clan.]

[dragoneer]

...Yeah. You pretty much summed it up. There.

[i_speak_softly]

[Now that that's straightened out -]

And you said they're intelligent?