[For a moment, he thinks he's hallucinating. But even though his health has taken yet another turn for the worse, disorientation was not something that came along with the package, and there is no mistaking that familiar, irritated voice.
In truth, he had given up hope of getting to see someone from Berk again in Johto--he had even accepted it, settling instead with a group of friends and, though sometimes he doubted they would consider themselves such, guardians. Now that Astrid was here, though... He can't imagine going back to the way it was.
Astrid. In Johto. He wasn't 'alone' anymore.
Between gaping at the feed and wondering which greeting would come off the least moronic, it's a while before he replies. (Yes, he didn't impulse reply and babble like an idiot. Praise his self-control.) Given his condition, though, he sticks to audio-only. A familiar face is comforting, but not when it has discolored spikes on it.]
Sorry, m'lady, but I'm afraid I can't help you much... I can tell you that your dragon and axe are back home, but not how to get there. Can you ever forgive me?
[audio] adkfljsg, this took longer than it should have SORRY.
In truth, he had given up hope of getting to see someone from Berk again in Johto--he had even accepted it, settling instead with a group of friends and, though sometimes he doubted they would consider themselves such, guardians. Now that Astrid was here, though... He can't imagine going back to the way it was.
Astrid. In Johto. He wasn't 'alone' anymore.
Between gaping at the feed and wondering which greeting would come off the least moronic, it's a while before he replies. (Yes, he didn't impulse reply and babble like an idiot. Praise his self-control.) Given his condition, though, he sticks to audio-only. A familiar face is comforting, but not when it has discolored spikes on it.]
Sorry, m'lady, but I'm afraid I can't help you much... I can tell you that your dragon and axe are back home, but not how to get there. Can you ever forgive me?
[Awh yeah, so suave.]