Oh, what a beautiful day… A clear blue sky, perfect temperature, and a cool breeze with the smell of… fish? I wrinkle my nose and look around. My father stands ahead of me,
“Here, you can bring this to Caesar.” He hands the huge basket to me, and I already feel like my knees will give out.
“Oh, thanks Dad.” I shrug and start to wobble over to my home. Only a few steps away, a misstep leads me flat on the ground with the fish scattered around. “Oh great, ugh!” I kick the basket with the side of my foot, then suddenly I begin hearing clashing and clanging coming from my house.
My eyes narrow, and I slowly step ahead of the fish. A head pops out of the doorway. I should have guessed, it’s Caesar. My pet Night Fury. A smile spreads across my face and I call to him,
“Look what I brought you, Caesar!” Pointing to the smelly things, the dragon leaps through the doorframe and bounds to his new feast. He gives my one affectionate, yet disgusting lick to the cheek and begins eating. “At least you remembered to do it before you ate, you slob.” I wiped my face of the spit and start walking into the house.
“Wren? Is that you?” My mother calls to me with her booming voice. I yell back to her.
"Yeah Mom, I'm home!" I head over into the weaponry room, which I knew where she'd be. I wave and hop onto the nasty wood table,
"Cleaning the axes?" I swing my legs and look below at her broad hand.
"Uh huh, your father and I plan on going on a hunt with a few other Vikings soon." She nods and I reply,
"Couldn't you just take some dragons out for a ride?"
"Well, we'd rather go by boat." I roll my eyes and walk over to the kitchen.
"Alright then, good luck with that!" I scoff and laugh a little. Going up to my room, I feel something poke my back.
“Hey there, Caesar.” I turn around and pet his snout, then continue hopping up the steps. The dragon slowly follows behind, making the stairs creak a lot louder than they ever have.
“I feel like I should have a room downstairs, because I’m positive that these stairs are gonna break someday. You’re too heavy.” I mumble to Caesar. He shakes his head, making a quiet growl.
“Don’t you complain, it’s not my fault you’re a huge beast.” I laugh quietly. He nudges me again with his nose, only this time a little harder. Suddenly, I’m in my room. I hop onto my bed and Caesar skips in to cuddle.
“N-no! You’re too-!” Spoke too soon, he’s already resting half of his huge body on my stomach. A short grunt escapes my mouth, and I look down at Caesar’s huge blue eyes. He tries to form a smile, and as usual, it’s pretty creepy. But I can’t help but smile too. He shoves his head under my hand, forcing me to scratch the huge scaly head of his.
“Hm… what was that spot you liked me to itch?” I teased, and then started scratching under his chin. He made a little gurgle, and another smile. I laughed and continued itching all over his head.
“Wren! Supper’s ready!” I look to my door, and then start pushing on Caesar’s head.
“Get off, you lump! I want some food!” He hops up, stepping on my stomach once more.
“Agh… stop doing that!” I pretend to growl at him, and he growls back. That’s sort of how we argue, I suppose. We both rushed down the stairs, to what smelled awful. Although our food usually does stink, though the taste is wonderful. I sat at the table, while Caesar headed out to finish his fish. Tonight, my mother serves beef. The reason it always smells bad is because she likes to cook it with some special herbs and spices… she refuses to tell anyone what they are, though.
