I woke and stretched my arms.
Most people would think I'd be hungry by now but I wasn't. Most of the time, when I'm worried I don't eat at all.
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"C'mon, you haven't eaten in a week and a half! You've got to be at least a little hungry?" Thyra said, sliding a bowl of stew towards me. " Just eat, it can only be one meal, just eat something, we're all worried about you!"
"Fine!" I snapped "ONE!"
I took the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other. I reluctantly sipped of the edge of the wooden utensil. Usually, Thyra's yak stew was my favorite. But today I wasn't hungry, so it tasted bland and watery. Gunvald hadn't struck in two weeks, it was making me anxious, he was a smart man, and I hadn't the vaguest idea what he was up to.
"There we go! Isn't it good?" Thyra rubbed my back before she left for the door. Make sure you eat it all."
Then, she left.
" Hey bud? Fancy a bowl of Thyra's stew by any chance?" I spoke to toothless in dragonese.
Without any further words, Toothless lapped up the stew.
For probably the 50th time over I traced my gloved fingers over my map. Where could Gunvald be? What was he planning? What could I do to stop it? These questions ran through my already confused brain as I scribbled notes into my leather-bound journal.
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I groaned and rolled out of bed. I snapped on my prosthetic and clomped down the stairs, Toothless lolloping behind.
"Hungry Bud?" I chucked a couple of fish at the dragon's feet.
I sat at the table and gazed out the frosted window. Snoggletog was near and it was extra cold.
"Let's go bud, It's time to check on the Changewings!"
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