The Edge was unusually quiet, the calm sea reflecting the amber glow of the setting sun. Hiccup lounged against a tree near the fire pit, his notebook closed for once as he absently tossed a stick for Toothless to chase. The Night Fury bounded after it with a playful snort, his wings rustling as he pounced. Astrid leaned against Stormfly, her hair down for a change, braiding small strands while chatting with Heather. “So, how’s Windshear adjusting to the new perch?” she asked. Heather smiled, rubbing her dragon’s nose. “She’s picky, but she likes it. I think it’s her new favorite spot.” Snotlout interrupted, flopping dramatically onto a bench. “The real question is, when’s dinner? I’m starving here!” “You’re always starving,” Fishlegs muttered, sipping from a mug. “You ate half the smoked fish earlier.” Ruffnut and Tuffnut were sprawled out on the grass, debating loudly. “I’m telling you, we should build a catapult for humans!” Ruffnut insisted. “Humans don’t need catapults!” Tuffnut argued. “We need a zipline—straight to the ocean!” Hiccup chuckled, shaking his head. “As long as you don’t break the Edge... again.” The peaceful scene unfolded as the dragons lounged nearby, content in the fading light, the Riders savoring a rare moment of stillness.