who's gonna ride your wild horses? {OPEN}

[flynn]

Flynn was remarkably good at staying on his feet. He could scamper across rooftops, walk on clotheslines if he needed to, and he could most definitely scramble up loose rocks to escape from the less sure-footed authorities chasing him. It was a good thing his balance was as good as it was, too, because if it hadn't been, he probably would have fallen on his face doing this ice skating thing.

He was having a little trouble when he came around to the end of the rink, when he needed to turn, and a couple times he sort of "used" the wall to turn himself around. Once or twice he nearly tripped, but he managed to turn it into a cool sort of walk/skip thing, and glanced around nonchalantly to make sure no-one had seen his little slip-up.

Then he turned an extra-tricky spin, just to compensate for his almost-failure. Oh yeah, that was impressive.

"Lookin' good, Flynn," he said, just in case he wasn't reassured enough. (It was always healthy to compliment one's self, right?) And maybe if he thought it, other people would think it too. They usually did. "Hey. Hey you!" he called, skating up to the side and sliding to a stop rather roughly against the boards, looking out at a random person who, from the back, looked to be a rather nicely-put-together female. "You skate? You should. And that is a fantastic belt you're wearing, are those real diamonds?"

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"What? Do I--you mean that?" Astrid pointed toward the people who were sliding around on wheels. "No, I don't do that. I'm not an-- what?"

Astrid looked down at her belt. It was actually one from home, one of the few items of clothing that she figured "fit in" with the current fashion sense. Considering the black jeans that they covered, it worked, mostly. The belt itself had several dragon bones inlaid at various places, and yes, they were certainly white, but diamond? Was he delusional? Astrid looked up at him, her eyes narrowing as she began to strongly suspect that she was talking to an idiot of some kind. Judging from his hair and demeanor, likely a wimpy one at that.

He reminded her of Hiccup. And not in a good way.

"They're dragon bones," she said, keeping her voice flat. She turned to look at the skating rink, then back at Flynn for a moment, then back at the rink. Astrid had heard of the "skating," and had wondered if it might possibly be useful. It looked like exercise, and like something that might be good for agility training, which made it at least partially useful.

"This skating," she said, pointing again and then looking askance at Flynn, "how does it work? Is it easy?"

She was tempted to say "it must be, because you're doing it," but she decided that she should at least be a little tactful. For now.