"I want to go after him," Astrid spoke softly, a bitter tone in her voice. It was only the previous night that she had told the devastating news, and they had gathered together once again once the day had turned to dusk, deciding it best to keep the secret of the rest of the Vikings for the time being.
"Astrid," Valka started carefully, "That wouldn't be wise. At least, for now. Trust me, I want to find him as much as you do, but it would be best to wait. We know nothing about him so far. Unless he makes the first move toward us or we determine more about this. . ." She trailed off, then started again strong, "Whoever he is, then we should just wait."
Melody, the top of her dragon training class, who Astrid had been taking a liking to, was attending this one meeting and nodded ever so slightly, silently agreeing with Valka.
"But, I—" Astrid was cut off.
"You are the Chief. You can't just go running after. . . after this murderer. If anyone should go, it should be me. I'm used to moving quickly and silently on my own." Astrid reluctantly nodded to this.
Both Valka and Astrid had good reasons to go after the person in question. He had not only finished off the whole Night Fury species as they knew it, but had killed Valka's son; Astrid's fiancé.
Then Tuffnut spoke up before Ruffnut could stop him from ruining the delicate moment, "We're not going to be able to come no matter what, huh?" Ruffnut promptly elbowed him in the ribs.
Astrid and Valka both immediately shook their heads. Astrid said, "It'd be too dangerous," while Valka voiced, "The fewer people the better.'
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait just a minute." Snotlout started heatedly, "You guys are planning on going on a dangerous mission without us?!" This time, the two girls both nodded their heads slowly.
"I thought that you guys should at least know where I'm going. It wouldn't do any good to disappear from the map suddenly. . ." Astrid trailed off, voice growing soft.
Fishlegs was the first to reply to that, "I. . . As much as I hate it, Astrid's right." Melody, who had been for the most part silent, murmured her assent, "I agree. . . But I also think that you both should go. Two of you means that you would have each other's back, able to but at the same time, it isn't enough to draw attention, if stealth is your objective. . ." She trailed off awkwardly, as all six of the close friends stared at her, surprised. Astrid was gazing at her with a proud gaze.
I've got a feeling that she'll make me proud in the future. I've got plans for her. Astrid thought, the ghost of a smile on her lips.
"I, uh, sorry. I shouldn't have interrupted. I shouldn't even be here." She said softly, looking at her boots.
"Well, you know. . ." Astrid held onto the word 'know' for a few moments before continuing, "your theory could still work with three."