#ch; sofia

A new entry begins with @pompedia -> Sofia

Flying lessons.

He always loved being able to come to the Kingdom of Enchancia to spend time with the royals. Of course he was more excited to see his favorite princess. Sofia. A call of a malfunctioning amulet that cultivated a prosperous alliance with the archipelago and the Kingdom of Enchancia itself. And a sibling like bond began between the two.

Dragon and rider whisked through the air as a familiar looking Pegasus before him appeared. The viking happy to tap the dragon who gave him the gift of the skies to go forward as the two eases up on speed to fly beside the princess and her steed.

A new entry starts with @pompedia -> Sofia

Onward into the realm of imagination with @pompedia - Princess Sofia

Magic swirled as the being of imagination seemed to be pulled somewhere. Now how odd there were not many who could call upon him from the realm of where he was created. Least that was what Dreamfinder said but he didn't wish to squander that he had existed long before this fun vessel he was bestowed.

A giggle.

A chortle.

And then POOF ！ Viola ！ ❝ TA - DAAAAAA ！！！❞A figment has appeared. Little wings flaps as he stretches. Yawning as he seemed to have been napping. But he wasn't. He had been busy collecting daydreams ！❝ Well well well ！What have we found ？❞ A wiggle of his nose as he leans forward. His snout pressing to the little Princess' nose as wide yellow eyes blink. ❝ From mind to finds ！Nowhere else will one will be so inclined. But here be me ！A being of creation for all to find ！❞ A pop was heard as the purple dragon disappears from sight.

@pompedia sent: ❝ sorry, i’m just really excited to talk to you. ❞ — sofia again bc of course she'd be excited to see him

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A smile crosses his face as he listens to Sofia talk to him. "Hey hey you're good. I'm glad you can feel comfortable to confide in me with such a situation." He tells her gently. Wrapping an arm around her shoulder he allows her to lean against him as they sat on the window seat of the library with one another. Watching the world outside for the moment. "I like talking with you too Sofia. You might be young yet but you seem to hold a wisdom that most adults just don't have." That was upsetting in a way but in others she was going to be an amazing leader one day.

@pompedia sent: now you're hurt, and it's all my fault. — from a very sad pouty Sofia 🥺

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A soft look overcomes the vikings features as he lay in bed for the time being. She pouted and leaned over the bedside. An amused glint on his face as he notices her feet hardly touched the ground. How cute.

"Hey hey hey now this isn't your fault in the slightest." Ever since he became disabled he couldn't tell or keep up with how many times he tripped over himself or just tripped in general. Sure he and stairs weren't the best of friends but being here in the castle was his own decision. Even with himself propped up and his leg eased over a pillow he shifts himself over. Patting the bed next to where he vacated.

"I cannot tell you how many times I've tripped over myself. It happens. Catch a stair right and I usually just go with comes next. Its not your fault and most of the time its not my own fault. If anything its the stairs. A cursed enemy of mine." He drapes his arm over his head dramatically. Leaning no his pillows in the same dramatic sense he was known for.

He was trying to cheer her up even if it was a little bit. Him being propped in this bed wasn't her fault. It was just the universes way of telling him he needed a break. Even if he was against doing that break. But there was nothing to be done now. He was here in bed. He can still do things even if it meant he couldn't get up and walk around for right now.

@pompedia sent: ❝ i wish i could do more, i really do. ❞ — from Sofia!!

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The heir gently knelt down to the young royal as he rests a hand on her shoulder. "You have done more than enough. I will take things from here. Don't you worry." He never crushed someone with a warrior spirit when they tried their best. But Sofia was a child. He didn't even let trainees in the academy out during serious threats like this.

@pompedia plotted for a starter for Princess Sofia

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A voice is heard as the Heir of Berk looks towards the source of the voice. A call for help as he rubs his hand against the scaley side of the dragon he shared the skies with. They were always known to lend a hand of help when it was heard but this voice was different. And the two flew towards the source of it.

Surprise overcomes his face as they end up inside of a forest that doesn't look much like the place around his home. Different trees, different smell as the dragon lands. His helmet coming off as he looks around. The dragon had been scratching a spot as something overly glittery flew off into the air. He was confused.