Roux Axler had nothing. Friends were a no due to 'loseresque' ways, blood was terrifying, her house hadn't yet fallen so it always smelled like ash, weapons were too heavy, she was fairly certain the chief didn't know of her existence, and who cared if someone stole a sheep or two because the pests that lived there were horrid. Living with those conditions made staying with her nose in a sketchbook much more appealing. Until one day, when a Night Fury offered an escape from all those problems, if only for a few hours. And the boy who shot him down in the first place made going back that much easier.