So, I had lost my memory about a month before. No biggie; none of the stuff I forgot seemed that important. My best friend was getting married ((I admit it, okay? I felt jealous)) and the wedding plans....I'll have you know, hand-drawing and writing millions ((okay, not millions, but you get the point)) of invitations SUCKS. I spent hours upon hours on them, and, afterwards--even though some pretty amazing stuff happened--I was more tha a little perturbed at having to draw so much. To this day, my paws still hurt slightly from that.

The plans had gone smoothly, however. And I was looking forward to it. Toothless was also spending a bit more time with me, which I loved, but it seemed...odd. A good type of odd, like you're expecting a big surprise for your birthday.

And sweet baby Thor in a thunderstrorm, was I surprised when it came. But up until that point, I was not in good terms with Toothless. Let's just say, ah, an old friend of his showed up and unintentionally wrecked our relationship for a while. Her name was Orca...