Lost and Found: Sister

Visits

Hanna landed in the middle of a pine forest. She dismounted and quickly cheecked her surroundings for Vikings. Once she was sure that there was in fact no one else around, she began to jog through the trees.

The forest thinned, and soon she could see a stone and wood house through the trees. A clanging noise came from the yard around the house, and Hanna slowly moved closer to see what was going on.

She reached the tree line and made sure to stay hidden as she peered into the yard. She easily spotted Darius, her long-time crush, working on something close to the tree line. Him and another man, who Hanna assumed to be his father, were hammering wooden poles into the rain-softened ground. They were both beaded with sweat and breathing heavily.

A middle-aged woman came out from the back door of the house, carrying mugs probably filled with water. The men stopped their work and went to greet her. They each took a mug and the family began to chat idly.

Hanna gazed intently at the family, completely forgetting her Dragon was behind her.

"So, are you hoping to accomplish anything from this?" Stonescale asked, making her jump.

"Stonster! Gods, don't scare me like that!"

The Vikings turned their heads to the forest, the sudden dragon noises puzzling them. They went back to their conversation as Hanna turned to her Dragon.

"I don't know if I will or not! But if I stop coming here, I most definitely wont accomplish anything!"

"I don't know, there's a lot of stuff you could be doing back in the sanctuary..."

Hanna groaned before turning back to the family. She squatted down and took out her sketch pad. She began to to sketch the family.

After a few more minutes, they broke their conversation and the men went back to their work. The woman took the mugs and walked back inside, shutting the door behind her.

Hanna then turned her full attention to the drawing, trying to remember every detail about her crush's mother.

An hour later, the men were still working, and Hanna was working on another drawing. This one a more fanciful picture. It had Darius with his left arm around her. She let out a mournful sigh. If only her drawings could be real.

She continued to work on the drawing, and when she was finished, she spent a few minutes staring at it. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

She looked up again, only to find that apparently it had gotten too hot to keep shirts on. Darius stood, shirtless, fitting a wooden pole into two notches in two upright poles.

Hanna gasped, but before she regained her senses and could start drawing, a loud bell echoed over the island. The men exchanged a few words before Darius grabbed his shirt, and he and his father disappeared into the house.

Hanna sighed.

"Can we go now? You've just wasted my entire day!"

"I guess."

Hanna mounted the Hobblegrunt, but her sketch pad slipped from underneath her vest.

"Ugh, great."

She dismounted, but right before she was about to grab it again, her Dragon snatched it up in his teeth.

"Hey, Stonescale, give it back!"

She jumped to reach it, but he held it in his jaws, out of her grasp.

"Come and get it!" he began to toss it into the air, catching it again just before Hanna could snatch it away.