Valka was keen on swerving smartly out of the way of further dramatizations, her eyes focused tersely towards the horizon from whence Ruffnut and her consistently pleasant twin had flown - neither of whom Valka found particular evidence that they were trustworthy dragon-keepers.
❝ An’ when’s the last time they’ve been watered?❞
Gods, Hiccup and his mother were alike. What did she think she was, incapable or something? Puh-lease! Ruff knew how to take care of Barf and Belch to the degree that they needed. Barf, anyway. Belch wasn’t her problem because he wasn’t HER head. If Valka wanted to know about him, then she would just have to ask Tuffnut.
Even so…
“Wait, dragons need to be watered?“ She pondered out loud, tapping her chin with the fingers of her right hand. “Now, does that put them in the same class as Gobber’s yak flower or does that make them something else?”
The dragon descended slowly from the sky. After a full day of getting nearly nowhere with the others, Ruffnut was tired of Tuff’s face, to the surprise of, well, no one. Clambering down from Barf’s neck, Ruff nearly collapsed to the ground, clearly over-dramatising any exhaustion that she felt.
