RP: This wasn't Berk Characters: Astrid, Booth Time/Date: Late afternoon, August 27 Location: Lobby-ish Warnings/Rating: None Summary: Astrid is not pleased and wants some answers Status: Complete
The bed hadn't been hers. The room hadn't been hers. The contents of the closet had been hers. That had disturbed her. They'd taken her and her clothing? Her armor. But only her ax and her boot-blade. Where were the rest of her weapons? She felt naked without the weight of her hammer to balance out her ax, and she made a face after she'd dressed. Of course in her armor, though she left off the furs; it felt warmer here than Berk.
With her blade tucked into her boot, and her ax slung over her shoulder rather than at her hip, Astrid started out of her room. She was scared, and confused, and that made her defensive. It also made her more likely to throw her ax at someone than listen to them try to explain anything. For all she knew, the first person she was going to come across was going to be one of the kidnappers.
Which made her wonder how she - she - had been kidnapped. Stolen away in her sleep, likely, and that pissed her off. Where had the dragons been to keep these people from taking her?
Where was Hiccup, was Toothless?
She moved cautiously down the hall until she came upon the stairway. She peered inside before slipping in, starting slowly down the stairs until she reached the bottom. She stepped toward the doorway, pausing as she listened. There were all manner of noises and smells, all unfamiliar. She didn't like it, but what could she do about it? Hide in her room?
Astrid moved out into the lobby, and she looked around slowly. She wanted to spot someone she knew, or ... someone who looked like they were in charge or ... something.