Nina grabbed a small sack and some basic provisions before she and the Terrors headed off to find some stuff for farming, starting with a good location that was at least easy to defend against dragons, but ideally avoided by said reptiles.
They looked up as one of the Terrors came back, chattering excitedly after exploring a cave somewhat high in the foothills of one of the two mountains on Berk. Herby listened for a bit before pulling out his notebook and scribbling down the translation, or as close as he could get.
"She says she found a good spot with good soil and lots of...good-good?" Nina said, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Herby dubiously. He nodded. Deciding they really had nothing to lose, she shrugged. "Wouldn't hurt to check it out."
They made their way up to the mouth of the cave which vaguely resembled someone trying to cover one half of their face with hair to hide either a disfiguring and embarrassing scar or trying to look like some of the people Johann talked about in his tales of the Mainland.
They came out in a large cave that had a small, almost perfectly circular hole in the ceiling that allowed sky access, though only to a dragon not much larger than a large Terrible Terror. She looked around at the room and spotted what looked like a slash in the rock on the other side of the space. She took a deep breath and sparked up a torch with Herby's help. They made their way to the fissure in the stone and found it much larger than she had previously suspected.
"This place would be pretty good for a small farm," she relented. "Unfortunately, Berk needs more than just a weensy little farm. We'd need to be able to bring in at lease twelve bushels each harvest, plus some extra for livestock feed, and speaking of which, where would we even get some livestock? How would we get them down here to begin with?"
"Mouth-hole," Herby said. It took a second for her to realize he was talking about the cave they had just come through.
"I suppose, but keep in mind, they'd need to get comfortable around you guys so they wouldn't get so stressed they refused to produce," she said. Her lead Terror put a claw tip to his mouth as he thought.
"Johann," Herby said. "He know?"
"I'll ask him next time I see him, but that's only going to solve the livestock issue," she said. "I don't want him to think I've lost my blooming mind, so asking after a crystal that holds and projects sunlight to elongate the growing season is a bit on the not likely going to happen list."
"Oh, okie," he said. "But maybe it not hurt to try?"
"I'll ask him, but I can't guarantee it won't result in me getting into trouble or at least weird looks."