"What's the date?" I said in Japanese. I knew for sure that it was correct.
"March 1st," Rukia said in Nordic. Her Nordic wasn't too bad, except some of the words sounded slurred because of her accent. It kind of reminded me of the way a drunkard talked when he had too much mead.
"Not bad." Rupac sounded impressed with me, or maybe himself because he thinks he's a good teacher. He really is good at teaching languages, though, so I kind of have to give that to him.
"It's been three months," I said to Rupac. I was talking in Nordic, which felt much more comfortable than Japanese. Maybe it's because Japanese isn't my first language. "Three months since I came here." Rukia placed a bowl of rice on the table, and I took the chopsticks and began eating. I still had trouble, but it was getting easier. Less rice was falling out of the sticks, which was a good thing. I found it odd that the Japanese would eat their food with sticks, just like Ichigo and his friends found it weird that Vikings drink mead. I even told him how to make it, he did, he didn't like it.
I still enjoy it though.
Toothless and I flew over the mountains.
Tonight, it wasn't windy, so there wasn't any wind blowing in my face. We were planning to set down on the mountains, and spend an hour there. Then, we would go back to the village.
As soon as we reached the peak of the mountains, we settled down. I pulled out some salmon for Toothless and threw it up in the air. He swallowed it right away and sat down. I sat down next to him.
"Remember Fishlegs, bud?" I patted his snout. For some reason, I was feeling oddly nostalgic. I wanted to talk about the old days just because. Toothless purred back.
"He was a great person," I started. Toothless looked at me curiously. "When Mum or Dad couldn't look after me, they left me with Fishlegs because he was the one they trusted the most. They also wanted him to teach me about dragons." I remembered that Fishlegs had these dragon cards that had stuff about dragons, such as strength class, what it did to its victims, its names, etc. According to Dad, they were at Dragons' Edge.
Toothless' eyes appeared soft, as though he were remembering stuff.
"I guess you remember him, too." I climbed onto his back. It was starting to get windy, and dark clouds were gathering. It could start raining. We would have to get going soon.
"Let's go, bud." We set off into the night.
