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It’s not bad, just
Really weird
I’ll be there in a bit

[ and to the courtyard it was! some searching and asking around for hiccup later, since— well, the coven’s pretty big! eren should pop up turning corners and following instructions to his whereabouts straight to a lovely, airy courtyard.

he’s been itching a little lately? not too much, just absent scratching until his arms get that irritable red blotch appearance to it. it goes away if he gets at it enough, leaving spots a tad flaky. huh!! huh.

insects, maybe. ]

okay
i'll be waiting

[Despite the size of the Coven grounds, it's not too horrifically difficult to find a one-legged viking and his dragon companion. He's out on the lawn with a napping Toothless, and a stack of books from the library next to him. As soon as he spots Eren, he stands up and waves, pretty visible considering he's six foot one and long-limbed.] Eren! Over here!

[ ah, good, they’re the same height. in this world, they’re giants. eren’s fingers curl from one last (rough) scratch around the curve of his jaw down to his neck, leaving a nasty red streak in its wake, but for the time being— relief. there’s nothing better than getting an itch.

—hah, books. it almost instantly reminds him of armin, quick to go for the books. calling him over with this sparkling look in his eyes. eren! eren look at this!

those were the days. swallowing dry, he waves back, in more aefenglom-esque casual clothes compared to the uniform he had arrived with; something simple and loose fitting, except the boots. the boots stay. ]

What’s all this?

[He does frown slightly as he notices Eren scratching, once he gets closer. That's... yeah that looks kind of worrying.] Oh, uh, just some books from the library. Conjuring for Beginners and Mechanical Enchantment Theory. [Because of course he's drawn to those things.] I figured if I've got this magic, I should learn to use it-

Are you okay? That's- That looks painful. [He taps fingers to his own jaw to indicate the spot he's talking about on Eren.]

[ “oh” he says, implying that he totally gets it when he actually doesn’t.

but, alas. he doesn’t have a tinge of magic in him, looks like. eren comes over to check the books out himself, giving a lingering glance over at toothless, then clapping his palm onto the spot. lightly, at least. ]

Probably a bug. [ he doesn’t seem to give it much thought, but is hopefully capable of waving it off as nothing. if he may, he pulls the book’s hardcover open to check the text inside. figures and all . . . ] My friend would love these.

Doesn't really look like a bug bite- [Hiccup trails off, watching him go for one of the books. He lets him, settling back on the grass and motioning for Eren to join him.] Yeah? They're all really interesting. I feel like I'm a little out of my depth, but it's been fun trying to put it all together.

Is your friend the, uh, the captain you mentioned? Or someone else? C'mere, you want braids, right?

[ !!!!!!!!!

yes . . . he did. he did ask for braids. abiding with, both the motion and the verbal reminder, eren smiles, thankfully even, sitting himself on the grassbeds next to him and giving his back to hiccup. he’s bad at it, though, because in an instant he’s turning to talk to him, and bring the book along with him.

more of a prop to gesture to than anything. ]

Different people. At least Armin’s [ his friend, ] still back home to take care of things. [ and then. there was that. ] That’s where things got weird.

[Hiccup doesn't really hesitate to reach for his hair and start combing his fingers through it, separating out sections to work it into small braids that will keep the bulk of it out of his face. He's obviously used to the motions.]

It's nice to know that someone is back home taking care of things. [He agrees with that sentiment.] How did things get weird?

[ if he can see anything out of the corners of his eyes, eren is quick to observe. very little of it, of course, but maybe he can try some himself. hiccup could be his lab rat on braids. ]

He doesn’t remember the last four years. [ it was— confusing. his brows furrow and he remembers just how . . . ] It’s like . . . it never happened for him.

[He takes it pretty slowly, pulling back the bangs and braiding the sides, pulling it all to the back of his head together in a short little tail.]

Your last four years back home? That's... [He frowns, trailing off for a moment.] I wonder how that's possible. The last thing he remembers happened in your past?

Yeah. [ he’s taking mental notes by the way. he’s going to do this himself eventually. ] Too much happened just to brush it off.

I haven’t heard someone have the same thing happen.

I wish I knew what to tell you. I don't have anybody from home here, so I haven't seen it happen myself. The- the amnesia thing. I could ask around? I know at least one person who's here with someone from his home. My, uh, my roommate. [Keith had mentioned someone who came in with him. He wonders how their memories align now.]

The more information the better. At least we could piece things together on our own.

[ speaking of which— ah, dang, okay. trying not to move too much here, stuffing his hands into his lap and carefully pulling a hand over to a braid that seems half done, just to feel the twirls. nice. ]

Did you find anything interesting yet? Anything, [ hand wave ] about all this.

I'll ask him when we're both home, then. [He's pretty sure he'll have the chance sooner rather than later. They've both been around a fair bit doing work on Wilders' Edge. Luckily it hasn't rained them out considering there are still holes in the roof.

He hums thoughtfully, twisting in another small braid, more decorative than functional.] About why we're here? Not really. I've been getting to know the place, though, trying out for the Wilders with a friend. And learning magic.

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