The riders land peacefully and discover you sunning near a lagoon — your rider asleep against your side. It’s quiet. Trusting. Vulnerable. Toothless approaches gently. You lift your head — tense at first — but you don’t attack.

Your rider wakes slowly, startled but not hostile. Astrid whispers: “They look… like us.”

Not enemies. Not wild. Just another dragon and rider who found each other against the odds.