A gift for my friend @thechiefs_family :D💕💕 I also wrote something cause ya know
During the battle with Drago, Eret and Hazel were fighting on the ground. They felt more comfortable when not on the back of a lightning-summoning dragon, and were more familiar with the snowy terrain than the air.
The dragons in the sky were firing at one another. One missed, and the blast hit the ground a few feet from where Hazel stood. She yelped and fell on her back.
“You good?” Eret asked, pulling Hazel up. Hazel nodded and felt her bow slip off of her shoulders. She gasped as she saw it fall to the ground in pieces. The bow Jon had given her. He couldn’t shoot, but Hazel could. And who knew, maybe that would save her life one day.
And here it lay. Broken. Shaking, Hazel stuffed the pieces in her quiver all while trying not to cry.
A week later
“I noticed your bow snapped during the battle...” Elizabeth said, holding a wrapped item behind her. “So I thought I’d give you a... a welcome to Berk gift.”
She handed Hazel the wrapped bow. Hazel paused and looked up at Elizabeth.
Hazel had been in Berk for a week, and definitely hadn’t made friends. Friends were never her thing, and she saw the suspicious glances the Berkians were giving her. She had shrugged it off and stayed with Eret.
Hazel felt awkward. Elizabeth had been nothing but kind to her so far, and all Hazel had done was scoff and leave the table.
The bow was beautiful. It was a dark brown color with golden highlights and... maroon pieces carefully placed in.
“Are these...?” Hazel asked, looking at the maroon pieces.
“Yeah,” Elizabeth smiled. Hazel was finally talking! “I hope you don’t mind. I took them out of your quiver and thought I’d add them. I thought they must mean something if you kept them.”
“They do,” Hazel muttered.
Hazel looked at the bow again. It was finely crafted and would definitely come in handy. Hazel sighed. She hated how happy and grateful she felt.
“T-thank you,” Hazel said. “It’s beautiful.”
“Yay!” Elizabeth said excitedly and hugged Hazel. Hazel squirmed. She didn’t do hugs. But she’d make an exception. Elizabeth was growing on her, after all.