#valloma

[whoiisms]

［ ❄ ❛  constantquibbling, tadashiing, dipperpiiines, sadeyedtruthseeker, & valloma​ found christmas ❜］

             ❛ alright, so here's what i'm                     thinking. you run inside and                     distract them, then i'll grab                     the cookies before they can                     see us and ta-da ! sugary                     goodness. ❜

[mxdveditsa-archives]

✩ ✪

✩ : Belief they've questioned/struggled with  

Leadership. Authority. Pretty much everything a young person of her generation would question. 

✪ : Critique they have about others

Sasha does wish that other people respected her more. It isn't out of egotism - well, it is - but it's also out of a need to feel useful; to feel like she's there. At the moment she just feels like an old dog nobody cares about.

[beautiful-despite-herself]

Starter for valloma ~

The salty, bitter wind howled in her ears and tugged at her clothes, forcing the blonde to press herself as close to the dragon as she could, watching the sea mere feet below them speed past in a blur. Astrid shivered, tugging at her hood and trying to protect herself from the cold wind as best she could.

They had gone out searching before the storm erupted to find her Terrible Terror, who's wings weren't as strong as her Nadder's and was swept out to sea while fishing. Astrid had gone out, the sky already having turned dark and sea becoming wild to find Shadow. Luckily for all, Astrid found the small dragon being tossed around after Thor knows how long and managed to grab him before he got blown off again.

The small dragon was currently nestled in her arms, shaking and whimpering from the icy rain. Astrid clung to her saddle and called at Stormfly, giving up of their attempts to figure out their way back home and began to fly to the nearest land, hoping to find somewhere save from the storm.