The Braid

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I sit on my bed in my hut at the Edge, staring out the window. The rain trickles noisily against the roof, making my eyelids droop. I pull the string out of my hair, and run my fingers through my blond locks. I rub my scalp, releasing the tension from where my hair follicles had been pulled on. I take off my fur hood I had just finished making a few weeks ago, and lay it on the bed beside me. Next, I remove my armor skirt, stripping down to my blue leggings, leaving me in my shoulder pads, pants and my new red shirt. I had sewn it a couple of months back in honor of Hiccup's red tunics he used to wear, but changed back to green again once he finished his psychopathic flight suit. I had also secretly wanted us to match and was a little let down when he returned to his signature color again, but I didn't say anything. It was silly.

Thinking about his red shirts reminds me of Heather. She hasn't visited in months, and we haven't received any Terror mail from her... nothing.... I twist a piece of hair around my finger, thinking about our misadventures. I look down suddenly at my golden lock tied around my pointer finger. And then I get an idea. I wear a red shirt because it makes me think of Hiccup... why not do the same for Heather? It helps when he's far away, it could help me when missing Heather too.  

I pull my hair over my left shoulder, creating a side braid like Heather's, of course adding my own Astrid flair to it. When finished, I stand up and walk over to my mirror. I smile, pleased with my work and feeling not quite as far away from my friend. 

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