[ Hiccup found himself antsy and restless. How could he not? There's a part of him, a rather large part of him, that reminds him the best answer is to disengage - run away. But he can't do that now, won't do it. And so he finds himself simply growing more and more restless. He's stayed in Greentruth, asking after anything he can help with. Shoring defenses, supply lines - anything - and it's not enough.

He finds the only thing that's enough to clear his mind, even temporarily, is flight. He'd always joked about needing his own pair of wings and now that he had them it's convenient - Maybe he could fly away if he really wanted to (he doesn't). It's hours later after surveing from the top canopies of the trees and the skies itself -nothing abnormal is out there - he's tired enough to come down.

Thankfully, he still has enough of his senses to dodge a sudden fireball that makes him look in its direction sharply — a dragon? No, he'll have to change that association of fireballs equaling dragons, he thinks. His smile doesn't reach his eyes as he touches back down with a shrug: ]

Yeah, well, I don't think most people are looking up when they're shooting those things off... Actually, maybe they should given we're in a forest. [ His comment is less sarcastic than it usually is as he brushes down his clothes to avoid looking at the other: ] Just practicing or...?