It’s been a week since Crimson found himself on Berk. He still doesn’t know how he got yhere thanks to his memory loss, but it’s been coming back to him little by little. But he’s been helping out at Gobber’s blacksmithing, but he tends to stay on some nights working on a little project of his. Today, he was helping melt some metal for Gobber.
Astrid came into the workshop and looks at Crimson, “Hey. How’re things going in here?” she asked him and Gobber. She crossed her arms our of natural habit as she stood. Seeing that Crimson was busying himself made her smile some. She couldn’t imagine how rough it was to be in a place you don’t know coming from somewhere you can’t remember.
Crimson shrugged a bit. “It’s going well, just melting down the steel for Gobbers new project.” Crimson answered, before he leaned close to her and whispered. “I honestly don’t know what his project is, I think he’s just doing this to keep himself busy all the time.”
Astrid laughed a bit as crimson leaned over to whisper to her. Hearing what he had to say she laughed quietly at his remark and nodded, “Who knows right? Though we can’t just assume” she whispered back.
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