I wake up with a crick in my neck. It hurts! I can't turn my head the right way to fix it. The crick, I mean. I climb out of the hole, and it's nighttime. I look to the sky, if there is a nest of dragons nearby, dragons from it should be active. I don't see anything.
I fly down to where I was playing in the water before, and I see the village where the people who came near me must have been from. It has a huge carving on a mountain behind it of some guy who must be popular. The herds of occasionally moving sheep are outside, unprotected from any dragons that could be passing by. The houses are fairly close together, and they all have different architectures. Like they were all built at different times. Why is that?
I land on a path well used by humans to see if there actually are any people there. That's when I hear the loud snores. A few from people, but there's one distinct snore that I've only heard from one place before.
The snores are loud and cranky, and they sound congested. They aren't from a resting human. Or a sleeping sheep. Or a slumbering Gronckle. Or a snoozing Zippleback. Or a Terror catching a few "Z's". Or a sleeping alpha, that's much louder. Or any other dragon.
Except my own kind dragons. My dad used to snore that way. It's perfectly even, and has a gruff-ness to it. It is unique to Night Furies. I know it. Can there be another one? Here?
I fly up high, and scour the town with my eyes to see if there's another one. But I later realize that I only would see the dragon if it blew blue fire. (There's a tongue twister for you.) We are completely black to blend in. Stupid camouflage.
There is no way I'll be able to see the Night Fury until daytime, if it even decides to stay around. But would the Night Fury be here tomorrow night? I can't take the chance that it won't. I have to meet him, or her, tonight. Another Night Fury, somewhere.
I decide that walking the streets is my best bet at finding her. I wonder if she (or he) feels alone, too. And how old will she be? I hope around 20, like me. I hope she's in the prime of her life like me, so we can be best friends and we'll be able to keep up with one another. I'm really hoping for a girl. Someone with whom I can connect.
I follow my ears, and I get closer to the sound. (I am running out of time, the sky is starting to turn pink with warnings of the sunrise.) I finally come to a roof near the center of town, and I marvel at what I find on the roof.
A sleeping Night Fury, in his own little nest. Looks I'm not getting a girlfriend. A boy. A boy. Looks like I'm going to have a new guy friend soon. If he's not a pet.
