Thora Sigval // Tags: hiccup & co
Tossing her book aside, Thora had begun to walk towards what, exactly, was happening- and as the sounds from an apparently agitated Toothless only got louder and changed into a much more violent tone, Thora's grin faltered some as her walking pace quickly picked up into a bit of a scrambling run, boots pushing off of the ground heavily with each step to boost her forward. Beside her, Näv quickly followed, not having to break into that fast of a run, but she seemed to have her own agenda and rushed past her rider a few feet. A good distance behind the commotion, Thora slowed to a stop, her dragon following suit and turning in a tight circle to close the distance between them- she seemed to not care to go too much further, in fear of interrupting what was happening, but it was obvious the night fury was on edge, ears now flat against her skull and her back hunched slightly as she seemed to curl in on herself in a defensive position. For once, the viking felt it important to keep her mouth closed, though a few curious and confused glances were sent towards Hiccup as she stood to watch, arms folded across her chest and a soft sigh escaping from her mouth. Truth be told, she was grateful for the interruption, as she'd rather have action than be stuck studying.