
“You’re not my dragon,” Ruffnut pushed the beast’s nose
away from her, the features of her face contorting into mild
distaste as the palms of her hands met with his scales.
“Go and find Snotlout, already.”
↟ ↟ A pause in the tantrum would occur as soon as the young viking spoke, a bit of hope shining in those bulging eyes...
She almost coughed when the smoke settled in a small puff around her head, but being a DRAGON TRAINER, it had something...