With you ~ 𝔸𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕕 ℍ𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞! 𝕠𝕔

46. Happy Birthday!

Talulahh's POV:

"Distract her." I told my brother.

"Why, she's not gonna catch you." Hiccup replied.

"You never know." I shot back.

"Fine, I will." Hiccup agreed.

"Good." I smiled, walking away.

"Come on, guys." I motioned to Saph and Chip.

We walked down to the lagoon and filled two buckets of water.

"You're not gonna help me carry these, are you?" I looked at my dragons.

Chip!

Saph made a laughing noise.

I rolled my eyes and kept walking.

"Okay." I sat on the ground outside of Astrid's hut. "I have never done this before.  But I shall try." I mumbled, holding the clay in my hands.

"Dahlia better like this birthday gift. Or else I'll...uhh...I'll...nevermind. Anyways, I'm gonna get started." I mumbled to myself, my dragons taking a nap and not listening to  me.

I dipped my hands into the water then started to mold the clay. "I hope I don't screw this up." I muttered, gaining a strange accent.

"I'm doing pottery. And I'm not very good." I sang, still keeping the accent, for it was fun to do. "I think I might mess this up. I know I really could. Pots, bottles, pots, and bottles are the best. I know them better than all the rest."

I molded the clay as best a could, occasionally dipping my hands into the water while I sang. "If this works, I'll be a potter. If it doesn't, I'll be an otter. Pots, bottles, pots, and bottles are the best. I know them better than all the rest. My hands are dirty, that's all right. If I make this bottle, it'll just fine. Mold the clay, with precision. Hold it gently, like a child. Pots, bottles, pots, and bottles are the best. I know them better than all the rest. I've just realized that that's a complete lie, I don't know what I'm doing."

I then locked eyes with Astrid, who had been watching me. "What was that?" She asked, trying not to laugh.

"I didn't think anyone was listening!" I gasped.

"I could tell." Astrid laughed. "And why did you have an accent?"

"I don't know, it was fun." I replied, embarrassed.

"I'm never letting you live this down." Astrid grinned.

"I know." I said, feigning annoyance.

"Why are you making pottery and singing about it, though?" Astrid asked.

"For Dahlia's birthday, since it's tomorrow." I explained, focusing on trying to get the shape of the bottle right. "I'm gonna engrave something on it."

"What are you gonna engrave?" Astrid sat down next to me.

"A dahlia flower." I smiled. "I have a feeling that the engraving is going to be the easy part."

"Well, I'm sure it'll look great." Astrid nodded. "Maybe you should sing that song to her as well."

"Ugh." I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"There." I held up the bottle, which was kind of crooked. "It's...okay, but I don't have time to make a new one." I mumbled.

"I'm sure she'll love it." Astrid smiled.

"I hope." I shrugged, grabbing my mother's dagger from my belt.

"Can you go pick a dahlia from my garden?" I looked at Astrid.