[ShadyBro]

This poor Hobblegrunt actually seems to be scared of flying! They refuse to use their wings in any way, yet there dosnt seem to be anything medically wrong with them.

Rider: cujo.
Name:
Gender:
Species: Hobblegrunt

Are all tasks complete?; No

[cujo.]

Name; Calypso
Gender; female


(Complete) Task #1 - our first meeting ;; kit and calypso's first meeting. [✔]
(Incomplete) Task #2 - gaining trust ;; kit tries to gains calypso's trust. [✘]
(Incomplete) Task #3 - short description here [✘]

[cujo.]

the journal is thick and made from leather; the brown material faded in places from the sun and held shut with a strap from the same material pushed through an attached loop. the pages enclosed are loose and ruffled, the edges of them curled; some appear to be missing chunks out of the corners, possibly from bite marks and others look like they were once dampened in places. tucked beneath the strap is a post-it-note, a note from the owner of the journal; kit mirren. the scrawl is just about legible.
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hey, so, callie sort of ... had a nibble on my journal and shook it around a bit and a lot of the pages came loose. as
it turns out, she's got a pretty powerful bite! it was my fault, really. i should have been more careful about where i put it
down and i ended up getting distracted by a gorgeous night fury - and, well, i'm rambling, aren't i? i meant to stick the
pages back in order but callie decided to make a game out of stealing a page from the pile, so instead i slipped in a
page with a index of titles so you can know what order to read the entries in! just in case i don't get a chance to fix
them up properly. most of the first ones should be in order, at least, though.
be careful when opening it due to loose pages, please! especially around calypso, she might try and steal them.

yours,
~ kit mirren.
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true to her word, tucked inside snug against the leather cover in another messy scrawl is a slightly battered page; a small part of one corner looks like it might have been bitten off by a certain curious dragon. in the same purple ink as the other note, there is a list of entry titles in the order in which they should be read, just in the case they ended up out of order when she was placing back in.

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complete list of the tasks and extra tasks go here.
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[cujo.]

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june 15th

i don't think it was much of an exaggeration when sometime said that it snows in berk for nine months of the year, and hails the other three. the sky was overcast with pale grey clouds as i made my way to the berk dragon sanctuary, though what fell from the sky was more sleet than snow. the location of the sanctuary is easy to find; riders flying in and others perhaps taking their first flight with their newest companion.

as someone flew overhead on the back of a gorgeous monstrous nightmare, i managed to smack straight into the back of a tall, lanky young man who was waiting outside the sanctuary for the rescued dragons while i tried to watch their flight. there was some awkward fumbling as i tried to figure out if my nose was bleeding (it felt like it was, i swear) and he tried to calm down from being unexpectedly run into and nearly falling flat on his face. followed by some even more awkward introductions. as it turned out, he was waiting to bring me to my rescue bub.

whoops.

despite the two of us being really awkward, i think we're going to get along. as we made our way through the big wooden gates, scott nodded towards the dozens of other people and dragons, pointing out some of the sanctuary's rescues from previous years; he even showed me his own beloved boneknapper who he'd rescued from a hunter's trap, the skin between her bone armour littered with scars.

all around the area, a set distance apart were large, circular wooden pens, enclosed over with a dome. according to scott, my rescue was in a pen just past the halfway mark down. scott's boneknapper, maxilla, followed us for awhile before finding something more interesting than us to be nosy about. scott did his best to make conversation but i was too excited to have a proper conversation. scott didn't seem to mind, he just laughed and said we could pick up the pace a little if i liked.

finally we reached the pen scott said belonged to the rescue i'd been partnered with. the pen inside was dim and it took me a moment to realise the dome on top had a mechanism for light control. peering inside, i just caught sight of a pale hobblegrunt. scott turned the wheel on the side of the pen, letting a little more light into the enclosure. my heart stuttered for a beat.

she was beautiful. for the most part, she was a mixture of a whites, ranging from snowy to almost creamy where the white met with the patches of warm brown on her wings, feet, tail, frills and fins. from her frills the brown came down to frame one pale blue eye. i couldn't seen any signs of any physical injuries, nor any scars.

"from what we know so far, it looks like she's got a fear of flying; she won't use her wings for, well, anything really. makes her a bit of a klutz. we couldn't find any physical reasons why," scott informed me as he set the light-wheel ... thingy and went to the door of the pen, hovering beside it. "you, eh, you might want to stand to the left a little," he said with a smile as he pushed his glasses up his nose. i did as he asked, watching curiously. scott took a deep breath and murmured "well, here we go again," to himself as he stepped in front of the door, pulling back the bolt. he was met with a blast of the fire, the end of almost licking at his fingers. "hi, sweetie," he cooed softly. "i've got someone who'd like to meet you." without turning away, he gestured for me to come closer.

taking deliberately exaggerated steps, i inched my way into the enclosure. as with scott, there was suddenly a blast of fire heading my way. i jumped back out of reflex, but the flame missed where i had been standing by several inches. it seemed she wasn't actually aiming to hit us. she was eyeing my warily, head titled in a bird-like fashion and i thought i saw a with the tiniest glint of amusement at my reaction.

but at least she didn't take another shot. she was starting to get a bit antsy, though. shaking her head and trying to back up against the wall.

"right. well," scott said as he backed up, tugging me gently back with him. "she's not too comfortable with people in her space right now. i'll make sure someone calls back later to show you how to work the lighting. and, y'know, remember to take care of yourself, too. we've already had one person faint from forgetting to eat and drink so far. actually, if i can tear you away for a little while so, i give you a quick tour of the grounds, now."

i didn't really want to leave her but i think maybe she'd had enough for today and it was getting darker and colder; the sleet from earlier giving way to crisp snowflakes. so i decided maybe it was a good idea that i figure out where i was sleeping and write up my first entry.
i don't think i'll be able to fall asleep for ages tonight.

peace,
~ kit.
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[cujo.]

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june 16th

as it turns out, it was a pretty good thing i took that tour that scott offered. there's a mini market near where we can sleep. there are people offering all sorts of things, from burn salve honestly, i'd prefer fish not to be the first thing i smell when i wake up but having a fresh supply is definitely handy. especially when you're trying to earn a pretty dragon's trust.

i bought a few different kinds, just in case she's a picky eater, as well as a new shoulder bag to carry them because fish bloody stink. on the way down to her pen i even got a few curious glances from other dragons, one or two even tried to follow me but i managed to keep my focus and my fish! no more getting distracted by any gorgeous dragons except my own. well, okay, maybe just not as often; there are some seriously pretty dragons around here.

after fiddling with the light-wheel thingamajig again, i opened the door. like yesterday, she greeted me with a breath of fire that just licked my eyebrows. waiting in one corner (can you have a corner in a circular pen?) she watched me carefully, head tilted as she watched me. at the smell of the fish, her nostrils flared and she inched her head a little to the other side. progress? at least she wasn't trying to chase me back out through the door.

slowly i edged my way inside and closed the door behind me. a flash of colour spread over her body from her frills; a beautiful mixture blue and green, dotted with faded red, as she tried to back herself closer into the not-quite-a-corner. i just managed to scramble back out the door as the fire hit against the door. looks like i pushed a little too hard too quickly. making sure it the enclosure was bolted, i hurried back up to the stalls and found one selling books. luckily for me, there was one specialising on hobblegrunts.

i was only familiar with three hobblegrunt colours; yellow for happy, purple for curious and red for angry. blue means scared, green means discomfort and the red was probably faded because she was lashing out from fear rather than anger. reading that made me feel pretty terrible, i should have known better. i made my way back down slowly, trying to decide what i should do. i still hadn't come to a decision when i reached her enclosure. maybe i wasn't right for her - i hadn't even picked a name for her yet. sitting down against the bottom of the pen, i nudged my bag away with my foot.

i'm still not sure what possessed me to do so, but i reached into it a pulled out a salmon. without moving too much, i shoved it in threw the poles that made up most of the pen. i wasn't expecting to hear the quick footsteps a few minutes later, rushing forwards and rushing back. carefully i stood up and turned around. she was watching me, eyes bright. the fish wasn't anywhere in sight.


peace,
~ kit.
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