Misinterpreted Tears

It was quite a dreary day, full of low clouds, threats of rain, body numbing periods of cold mixed with blustering winds and storms of random snowflakes. It was, all in all, a fairly standard day on Berk, lacking in any interesting occurrences worthy of a Night Fury's attention. Nothing had yet set it apart from any other day on this gray, forsaken slip of land, and I began to doubt anything would.

With nothing worthwhile occurring, and the tailfin in the forge undergoing a refit, Hiccup desperately tried to think of something to do, and eventually settled for a measly walk in the woods. As we slowly wandered the forest, our thoughts drifted, his to inventions, things to do, and Astrid, mine to fish and flight and fish. Hiccup was so caught up in thinking that he paid little attention to the path in front of him, and nearly walked into a low hanging branch sticking out into the pathway before him. He swatted it aside startled, and in retaliation it snapped back, catching him solidly in the bridge of the nose. Feeling particularly vengeful, I blew the would-be assassin branch to dust, then, partly out of annoyance, partly out of boredom, proceeded to make short work of the rest of the tree.

As I turned back to Hiccup, I realized something was amiss. He had his hands over his nose, shaking his head from side to side. "Stings every time" He muttered angrily. After a moment he took his hands away from his face, looking no worse for the wear, except… BY THE GODS, HIS EYES WERE LEAKING! A thin stream of clear liquid streamed down his face, dripping off his nose and chin. He appeared not to notice, which distracted me from my panic for a moment. How could one not notice that his face was running with eye-juice? But then the panic took over again. I had to do something, there had to be something! The village, I had to get him to the village, they would know what to do.

I rushed toward him, catching the back of his pants in my teeth and hauling him bodily through the forest and into the village square. I waited for someone to come and help, but no one seemed to realize the danger Hiccup was in. all the people did was double over like they had been hit in the stomach and slap their knees, making the sound Hiccup described as "laughing". Then, like a scene from a nightmare, I realized that all their eyes were leaking, the precious liquid flowing freely down their faces.

The other dragons quickly realized the horrible condition overtaking their humans, and after a brief moment of chaos, each collected their human, and as a single body looked to each other, hoping someone knew what to do. I thought for a moment, and then remembered that whenever a Viking got sick, he went to the tiny woman who lived on the top of the village. I turned and bounded up the hill, the mass of dragons following behind. We stopped before the small house, and I cautiously knocked on the door with a wingtip. After a moment, the small, shriveled form of the elder opened the door, appearing surprised at the sight of the entire village looking back at her from the clutches of their dragons. We all waited tensely, expecting her to rush forward and help stem the terrible eye-juice flood. We looked into her eyes, and groaned as a whole as her eyes began to slowly leak as well.