Jan. 9th, 2013

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[For some unfathomable reason, in all the stories Luke knows about fishermen, they go out at the crack of dawn to catch fish. That's not for him, no sir! He meanders along the river headed south to the lake at a decent hour, just after breakfast, intending to bring a gift to a dragon or two living in the village. It's cold but he doesn't seem to mind, bundled up and with a spring in his step. A few hours later, he returns bearing the scaly treats in a bucket, off to locate Hiccup and Astrid and their terrifying but awesome dragons.

That afternoon he works in the stables. After what feels like plenty of cleaning up and conversation, he realizes he might have a quiet moment alone and looks around. Nobody here. Good.

The boy completely forgets he left the journal open on a nearby stool, and so it records: Luke Triton, a little dirty and rough around the edges, turning with determined steps and pointing hard at...nothings.]


Aha! It's you! [Step, raise hand, point!] It's you! The guilty party... [Oh, he can almost hear the swish of authority as he turns and points at the book.] is you! Ha- ...Wait a minute... [Footsteps on dirt and straw draw closer, and then-]...Oh no!

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