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[When the screen flicks on, it focuses on Merida kneeling over a deer. A deer as white and pure as the snow, were it not for the blood under its neck tainting its silvery fur. Gingerly, she tugs the arrow from the muscle, reaching to close its eyes with her other hand, bow itself resting against a nearby tree. Merida murmurs something in Gaelic, retracting her hand from its face.]

Forgive me, Wilder One. It's been an honor.

[She had hardly been expecting to actually shoot the White Hart down, but hunting with Saber had gotten results and proper respects must be given in any case. Placing the arrow back into the quiver at her hip after washing off the blood in clean snow, she stands, fur trimmed dress folding out around her ankles, boots deep in the snow. Angus whickers and nuzzles her hair, causing her to turn and reach to run her fingers across his nose comfortingly. Her imp scurries about, muttering to itself as it steps around the corpse gingerly, as though it fears waking it.

Merida pushes hair from her eyes, reaching into a small pouch wrapped around her quiver belt for a hairband and tying it into a high ponytail. Stooping again, she reached for the White Hart's forequarters, taking hold of his hoofs and hefting him over her shoulder with a grunt, standing and, with a bit of maneuvering, gets him onto Angus' back. That done, she dusts her hands off, picking up her bow and her locket hanging from it, noticing it on.]

Well I suppose now would be time tae announce that I've shot th' White Hart, wouldn't it?

Now how am I gonna cart all this meat back?

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[ As much as it makes him just as uneasy as Jack to see such a fine animal slain, he has the experience of living somewhere where the occasional goat made its way to Thor or Odin in that big feasting hall in the sky, so this isn't really that hard to deal with.

He can't really judge, so instead Hiccup makes himself useful. ]

Me and Toothless can take the carcass wherever you want it. You'd better ride underneath us on Angus though, otherwise everyone at Caer Scima will think we downed that thing if we head that way.

[She's a bit grateful he understands. Even though she shot him down herself, she doesn't feel much pride over it. Only humbled and honored.]

I've secured passage tae th' Station on a flyin' ship. Think ye could help a girl out th' rest of th' way? If you an' Toothless take th' carcass I can take Angus through th' Station ring.

A flying ship. You and your fancy friends.

[ He snorts, smiling a little. ]

Sure thing, we'll meet you at the Station and head out from there. [ A (generally) good sportsman, he shrugs. ] Congratulations on your shooting, by the way. You're going to be the talk of the town, now.

Ye say that like you haven't got any fancy friends yourself.

[Teasing, though she does incline her head, a decent flush crossing her face as she grins.]

Thank ye. I'm just grateful nobody but Saber was watchin'. I fell headfirst over Angus when he jumped tae avoid his antlers when he came down.

I hear that's how all the fashionable hunters are doing it this season.

[ Flashing her a smile, he nods. ]

How long will it take you to arrive at the Station, Mer?

Might have given them a run for their money with how gracefully I handled it then.

[She shrugs.]

Apparently her ship's fast, so I'd wager anywhere between an hour or two. Kind of a relief it's not th' five days it takes tae get from th' Station tae Nimh Gleanne.

Five days for some, maybe.

[ dRAGONS DrAGONSS DagronSSSS ]

I'll hang out here until you swoop on in, then we can head over to the ring together. Want to stop off for a hot meal here first? I can put a stew on.

Yeah yeah. Most of us can't fly.

[IF TOOTHLESS WASN'T HERE YOU'D STILL BE STUCK RIDING BEHIND HER, SMARTASS.]

Gods that sounds wonderful. [She stretches, crossing her arms behind her head as she waits.] I've been catchin' smaller game for food while I was out huntin' an' trainin'. Most taverns an' inns wouldn't take me.

I'll put on a nice fish stew for you, rustle up Jack too so we can all have a real meal and hear about your adventures. What do you want to drink? Ale or juice or water? Or ... Smirnoff, whatever that is in the fridge.

Ah, well, there's a lot tae cover. I haven't seen hide nor hair of ye both since th' Station party. [~~Her first kiss for example.~~ She wrinkles her nose.] That sounds like an imp or gnome's name. Ale would be fine, thank ye, Hiccup.

It does, doesn't it? It tastes sort of fizzy compared to normal stuff. Hey, how about I have Toothless heat up a bath for you, too? Can't have our prize huntsman arriving anywhere without looking swish, can we?

[ It'd take literal seconds to do it so he doesn't mind offering. ]

[Now you've done it, her cheeks are burning.]

Tae be truthful I don't think I've bathed since I left Caer Scima. [Maybe a little dip here and there in cold water but not long enough or something would freeze off.] You're spoilin' me, you are.

Oh, it'll take ten seconds for Toothless to heat up the tub, it's no trouble. To be honest I always had freezing cold baths until I got a dragon, hot baths are one of the better pros to it.

[ He's too lazy to actually heat up a bath properly, in other words. BUT SHE'S WELCOME. ]

See you when you get here?

Och, th' baths at th' Station must be makin' him feel useless then, what with all that running hot water.

[She's teasing, but she grins nonetheless.]

Aye. I'll send ye a locket.

Yeah, we were tinkering ... we'll fix ours later.

[ HOW DID?? THE WATER HEAT UP????? Things that Hiccup needs to know: modern plumbing. ]

We'll be waiting!

Please tell me ye didn't cause another wall tae explode.

[Sweet baby Lugh what do you get up to when she's not around. She gives a salute though.]

I'll see ye then.

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