Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 16:55:37 GMT -8
Nora grabbed her hair roughly in one hand and used her other hand to tie up her hair into a nice bow with a ribbon. There was nothing worse than the smell of burning hair and if one of the dragons decided to be testy today, her hair was certainly in danger of being singed. Huffing in satisfaction, Nora Wynter picked up a huge nail file in one hand and walked confidently to the far end of the dragon stables. When she wasn't out patrolling the camp for misbehaviours, she was usually found with the dragons. Despite their teeth and ability to breathe fire, they were oddly calming beasts that reminded Nora strongly of horses. Their therapeutic presence was usually enough to unwind her down from a stressful day like today. Just earlier she had to deal with the unruly, loud bunch of Thor's children who had decided it was a good idea to disturb the local Garmr pack in the woods. Needless to say, it did not end well for the children of Thor. And as always, Nora was the first person that the children came to when they needed help. So when a snotty, sniveling child called for Nora just as she gave her plate of chicken one last longing look before tossing it to the wolves that prowled the dining pavillion. Being the daughter of Forseti wasn't always the best thing in the world. Don't get her wrong, Nora admired her father and was proud to be a daughter of the God of Justice but sometimes she just wished some people could just solve their own problems.
Nora scowled slightly as she strode further into the darkened barn, her steps rattling slightly by the leather riding armor she was wearing. It was rather modest, just covering her shoulders, elbows and back but was enough to protecter her from dragon claws. Although they were given some armor to protect them from the dragons, Camp Midgard was a tough place. If you fell from the dragon, you were expected to get back up and walk it off. If the dragon blasted fire at you, you had best hope you were fire proof because that fire burned like nothing else. If a dragon turned its claws and fangs on you... well, you were as good as dead. A mad dragon, is a deadly dragon. Nora had been given a starter set of armor when she first arrived at Camp Midgard but in her first week there, one of the dragons had ripped it to shreds and swallowed some of it. She spent the next month remaking a better set of armor in the forges and even added her own set of celtic knots in the leather that she was deeply proud of. Nora ran her free hand absently over the embroidery on her shoulder pauldrons and felt the little stitches under her fingers. It had not been easy but the end result made her puff up in pride every time she looked at it. Stopping at the furthest stall, Nora peered in at the dragon within. All she could spot were a pair of menacing amber eyes.
"If you're trying to be mysterious, I'd like to let you know that you have long since lost that impression on me." Nora huffed at the dragon. The amber eyes widened, in what Nora took as innocence before the hulking form of the dragon slid closer to the door of the stall. Nora's dragon of choice was a tall and lean dragon of a solid grey colour and an impressive display of spikes on its head and down it's spine. Nora learned his name was 'Solitude' for reasons unknown for her. Nora stretched out her empty hand to gently caress the dragon's cheek and smiled slightly at the kitten-like purr he gave. Solitude was roughly the size of a large horse, his head was easily larger than a medium dog and his wingspan made him much, much larger.
Nora unlatched the door of the stall and slipped in before the dragon could escape. Closing it firmly behind her, Nora raised the nail file and gestured for the dragon to lie down. "Worry not, my friend." Nora quipped at Solitude. "I am here to save you from the dreadful fate of shedding."
The dragon let out a soft barking sound before flopping onto his side and exposing his peeling belly to the demigod. Dragons shed their scales much like reptiles, but unlike reptiles, dragon scales were hard as diamond and it took a lot of force for them to be removed. Every so often the campers had to take large nail files to their dragons skin to get the excess skin off.
Nora scowled slightly as she strode further into the darkened barn, her steps rattling slightly by the leather riding armor she was wearing. It was rather modest, just covering her shoulders, elbows and back but was enough to protecter her from dragon claws. Although they were given some armor to protect them from the dragons, Camp Midgard was a tough place. If you fell from the dragon, you were expected to get back up and walk it off. If the dragon blasted fire at you, you had best hope you were fire proof because that fire burned like nothing else. If a dragon turned its claws and fangs on you... well, you were as good as dead. A mad dragon, is a deadly dragon. Nora had been given a starter set of armor when she first arrived at Camp Midgard but in her first week there, one of the dragons had ripped it to shreds and swallowed some of it. She spent the next month remaking a better set of armor in the forges and even added her own set of celtic knots in the leather that she was deeply proud of. Nora ran her free hand absently over the embroidery on her shoulder pauldrons and felt the little stitches under her fingers. It had not been easy but the end result made her puff up in pride every time she looked at it. Stopping at the furthest stall, Nora peered in at the dragon within. All she could spot were a pair of menacing amber eyes.
"If you're trying to be mysterious, I'd like to let you know that you have long since lost that impression on me." Nora huffed at the dragon. The amber eyes widened, in what Nora took as innocence before the hulking form of the dragon slid closer to the door of the stall. Nora's dragon of choice was a tall and lean dragon of a solid grey colour and an impressive display of spikes on its head and down it's spine. Nora learned his name was 'Solitude' for reasons unknown for her. Nora stretched out her empty hand to gently caress the dragon's cheek and smiled slightly at the kitten-like purr he gave. Solitude was roughly the size of a large horse, his head was easily larger than a medium dog and his wingspan made him much, much larger.
Nora unlatched the door of the stall and slipped in before the dragon could escape. Closing it firmly behind her, Nora raised the nail file and gestured for the dragon to lie down. "Worry not, my friend." Nora quipped at Solitude. "I am here to save you from the dreadful fate of shedding."
The dragon let out a soft barking sound before flopping onto his side and exposing his peeling belly to the demigod. Dragons shed their scales much like reptiles, but unlike reptiles, dragon scales were hard as diamond and it took a lot of force for them to be removed. Every so often the campers had to take large nail files to their dragons skin to get the excess skin off.
