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?”