Triad

Three: Stjarnas

Stjarna: star

"Hey kiddo." Gobber greeted as the redhead entered the forge, trying to lighten those dull mint eyes of Kari's. She hummed, moving over to where apron was hanging and tied it around her waist. Kari noticed she had to tie it extra today with the weight she loss from malnutrition.

"Did you uh... Did you sleep well?" Gobber asked, leaning against the table. He knew Kari's mother, no... He loved her mother before she got married, so she wanted to remember her mother by taking care of Kari. That's why he tries so hard on the side lines, but if only... If only he knew that all she needed was someone to stand up for her. Even just once.

Kari chokes, hand grasping at her throat and feeling her nails digging in the skin of neck. She helplessly clawed her throat, not caring when the blood dripped down her fingers while she continued coughing. The poison making her drop on the ground, back bowing into a painful arch

Kari tightened her fingers on her apron, silently cursing him for making her remember her dream. But other that, she made no move to talk. Usually... she remember feeling guilty for not trying to answer anyone, but now... Ever since the appearance of the night fury, she wondered why she ever chased so desperately for them.

I vowed when I woke up... That I wouldn't let them walk all over me anymore. So she ignored the great hall and just immediately left for the forge; the only place she truly loved to be in. The forge and creating things is what she enjoys.

"Come on Kari... please... Talk to me." Gobber tried to plead with the redhead, mint eyes looked over at the blacksmith. One of her hands pressed against the counter, no longer feeling anxious or fear she used to fell. "Wh-why should-d-d I? What-t's it gon-gonna change?"

Gobber's eyes widened. A shiver ran down his spine at her cold tone; her eyes looked like little orbs of mint ice. Kari searched his face; trying to figure out what he wanted. I've watched myself die too many times; I felt myself die more times then I could count. I can't keep doing this, even if they say I snapped or something- I don't care. I'm done, I'm so tired.

"We can..." Gobber began speaking, but it all blurred out to a static like noise ringing in her ears. She tightened her fist, but this time in anger, as she glared at the blacksmith. His back was turned to her, sprouting about how it'll all help. Knowing how easily it was to get Kari to listen to anything anyone wanted, because she just wanted to be helped.

But Gobber was really going to help this time... He just needed to have her run like a yak chasing for a treat when he dangled the opportunity in front of her. Before she could stop herself, she exploded on the oblivious blacksmith, "He-help? You want t-to help? You really think you C-CAN help? Because... Because no one and I mean no one has ever he-helped me when he hit me in front of people. Not- not even you."

Gobber froze when he heard her arguing against him, turning his head to look back at the person standing in his forge. He... He almost didn't recognize her with the look in her eye. He's never seen such a docile person look so... cruel. He cleared his throat, beginning to cough up a lie to convince her once again, "L-look... Even if you don't believe me... But there's other people here, you're not alone in this sit-"

"You're right... I don't believe you." She spoke out, turning her head to trace her finger over the drawings on paper of the projects and future designs of different things that need to be made. Gobber's eyes widened as he stared at the girl he no longer recognized, her body leaning against the table.

Even the way she was standing was different now... There was no cower to her stature and she didn't hang her head; one of her hands picking up the drawing while she examined closely. I failed you Frey.