When all else fails, where do you turn? When everyone turns against you, who do you look to? When there is a world without light, how can you reach the sun?
The kitchen was open and Merida was ready to demand for cakes. The diet her mother had her on, didn't include tarts and she was getting sick and tired of rabbit food. She walked in there, shoulders back, head forward when she saw her mother. 'Merida you know a few years ago we agreed on marrying for love." Och, no. Not another marriage proposal story. "You have to get married sooner or later Merida. The whole kingdom is waiting for it. At least start looking for a man. You never know, one could pop up from right under your nose and you would have to consider to see it." Her mother left and so did Merida. After taking a few cakes, of course. She ran to Angus and ran as fast as she could. The hoof-beats were like a steady heart beat for her and the breathing and muscle movement of her horse was like therapy. couldn't her life be this steady. Her mother understood her position at least. She wasn't going to look for a man. She was independent and wasn't going to find a better one then her own Angus.
Hiccup didn't understand why his father was so difficult. he didn't need to get married, especially after Astrid failed him. He didn't want suitors like in that Scottish legend or anything else to do with woman. Why couldn't everyone else understand that although he was twenty didn't mean he was mature. Toothless knew. His dad obviously didn't. He slipped his feet (well, foot) into Toothless' saddle and they were off. The wind blowing through his hair was enough to free his tension. Freedom. the morning was early and he decided to go to the market. That would clear his mind. He practised the falling trick he and Toothless were working on and cleaned his tail piece. The market. OK lets go. Wait, I need to fix his saddle before we leave, that trick was done out on a was he procrastinating? He was yet to find out himself.
Merida's idea of a day out turned into more of a learning curve. She decided not to look for suitable marriage partners, but to observe the type of men out there. There was many. She thought they were only arrogant, stupid, or too smart for their own good, like her previous suitors, yet what she found was quite surprising Yes, many were arrogant and stupid or too clever, yet she found a nice baker with a round face who was quite charming. Not husband suitable of course. She also found a man with a nose that looked like an old dried piece of haggis. She didn't point this out of course because that would've been rude, like the man on the corner of the bakery and jewellers. What was she doing here? This was all too much and was she actually LOOKING at the types of men? She turned around to go make a very important statement to her mother. She turned around and ran straight into a moving being. her hood (which had been hiding her identity) fell behind her and gasps were heard from the crowd.
Hiccup wasn't having a great market experience. First Toothless could fit through the streets and had to leave and second he ran into a full head of red hair. he held out his hand to help this girl up and was surprised when she pushed it away, standing up herself and brushing down her green dress. "Hiccup." He held out his hand for her to shake yet she only circled him. My she was curious.
Merida hadn't seen this species before. He was well built but not to large and had straight brown hair. He had held out his hand yet she hadn't even noticed. She began circling this unknown species of man named Hiccup. He didn't seem to realise she was the princess either. A man on her Angus let out her identity. "princess, the west side is attacking. They need you on the front or behind the gates. The king Fergus has requested your help." merida sighed "Alright, set the archers on the front wing and get off mah horse. You-" she pointed at Hiccup "You will be here tomorrow at this time, battle or no battle.' SHe swung herself off onto her horse, cried a battle warning and raced off, unleashing a swarm of arrows.