Hiccup looked up and saw to his great surprise all the village dragons gathering around Camicazi. Toothless, Stormfly, Meatlug, Hookfang, Barf and Belch... Thornado, Cloudjumper... All of them were surrounding her. But they were not doing it in a threatening manner; they were lying around her and resting.
"What are they doing?" Astrid asked him as she spotted Stormfly and as Finn's dragon flew down to join the rest.
"I don't know." Hiccup confessed, he listened, he could hear a song. One that was haunting to him, it haunted his sleep, his dreams and his nightmares. "Dragonsong" he whispered as Valka came down to join them.
"Yes, but who is singing it? Very few know dragonsong." Valka said. "I've not heard dragonsong since..." Hiccup turned and glared at his mother. He did not need reminding of the last time dragonsong had been heard on Berk.
"How does she know it?" He asked under his breath as they stared down and Camicazi surrounded by dragons as she sang. A Terrible Terror flew around before darting squealing happily into her arms and still she sang.
The little dragon squealed happily as it laid eyes on her and darted into her arms, sniffing her, looking into her eyes and then rubbing itself affectionately against her. She stroked it gently, leaning against Toothless as the Nadder nuzzled her. She gazed around at the other dragons that had joined them. Tomorrow at first light she was going to find Sparky. She hated knowing that he was out there somewhere, probably frightened, maybe hurt. She had to find him. She settled against Toothless, the little Terrible Terror curled up in her arms. These dragons were not so miserable. They were not hurt; they bore no signs of ill-treatment. Was anything her father had told her true? She closed her eyes still humming softly and fell asleep amongst the dragons of Berk.