You are an old friend of the dragon riders and show up on an unplanned visit to Berk after the events with Viggo and the Dragon Hunters. You haven't seen or keep in contact with your friends for an entire year. Once you went on your visit to Berk a...
They nodded in understanding, standing by her side to reassure her they were happy to have their sister from another mister. The Thorston twins were always close with the ex-princess from the very beginning of their history.
"A-Are you here to stay? Like as one of us?" Hiccup stuttered out hopefully, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She gave a curt nod with a content smile, "Didn't I say I was gonna come back as an honorary dragon rider."
They all gave their long-lost friend a warm group hug after things were settled down. Finally, after all these years of drifting and traveling, she finally made it back home.
Rava woke up to the sound of Terrible terrors singing well, screeching early in the morning. In fact, so early the sun hasn't even shown its warm glare across the isles of Berk. Her form lazily sat up in bed, stretching out. "Sweet suffering Loki and his children." She dozed out sluggishly.
Her silky yet strong hands rubbed her face in an attempt to shake the night's slumber away. She whined in her tattered sheets before preparing for the day's annual dragon race. After a nice brisk shower and a mint mug of cold water to the face, she jolted to the stables. Ready to compete with her beloved, Cloudpounce, she got out the countless buckets of yellow and purple paint.
"Mornin' big guy! Are you ready to kick Viking ass today?" She stood and boasted confidently. The Titan wing dragon gurgled in a flurry, puffing up his wings. A snicker dripped down her lips while putting her platinum locks into a messy crowned Viking braid.
Having all her loose wispies intertwined, leaving her bangs out to frame one's features. Once her hair was out of her way, preparation and work called her name. Intricate patterns of gold and mauve adored their skin, curved thick lines, arrows going down foreheads, wings, and hands while dotted accents accompanied the arrows.
Rava was beat, and after hours of painting and drying time, the competition was about to begin. A yawn wormed its way out of her mouth, then stretched her body out to warm up for the tournament, "Ready Big guy? Gimme some tail!" She cackled confidently, buckling her hips into his tail like a fist bump, and they gently head-butt one another. Saddling up, her form towered on the dragon's nape dashing off to the starting line. Rava waved to her besties Ruff and Tuff while they started their friendly competitive banter for this race.
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They waited for their audience to get seated for their new form of entertainment. Ruff and Tuff horsed around about his muddled face paint while his sister's pursuers tried to make her heart swoon. Astrid got her game face on, ignoring the other muttonheads, and as for the pride of Berk, Hiccup is nowhere to be found ... again.
Astrid and Rava's main focus was on one winning but on each other. Their friendly rivalry is unreal as one is a natural warrior, as the other is a skilled taction finding the way of a warrior.
