[Perfect landing. The Viking bobs with the Night Fury's movement, ducking his head once everything has settled. This deserves a (somewhat) hearty pat on the side of the dragon's neck.]
Good boy.
[He then looks up to where Roxas is, motioning almost wildly to his fellow shipmate with a free hand, whispering as loud as he can.]
[Action]
Good boy.
[He then looks up to where Roxas is, motioning almost wildly to his fellow shipmate with a free hand, whispering as loud as he can.]
Come on!