Even with the initially chaotic meeting, Zyrah and the Night Fury began to rapidly warm up to each other, and the dragon would follow the young girl almost everywhere she went. It was still mostly wild, so it wasn't allowed inside the house for some time, but Zyrah begged her father and Alvar to build a small shelter for it, so it wouldn't feel left out.
Halvar finally relented, building a small shed that extended from the side of the house.
"Let's see how it likes it."
"I feel bad for calling 'it' all the time. Do we even know if it's male or female?" Eðla asked, pursing her lips in wonder.
"You know... that completely slipped my mind," Halvar admitted.
"Gotta find out one way or another." Great... To be fair, Halvar had helped to identify the sexes of hatchlings before. And based on previous observations, most male dragons had similar... anatomy. As did female dragons.
"Odin give me strength." He mumbled to himself, grabbing a bucket to fish to entice the Night Fury so he could make a quick observation and be done with it. Eindride happened to notice what his father was up to, and Halvar noticed him. "Son! Come give me a hand!" He called out.
Eindride was tasked with the distraction as Halvar kneeled down and looked at the underbelly. And sure enough, the obvious evidence that it was a female.
"Alright, girl, that's all," Halvar finally said, giving her a gentle scritch under the chin.
"It's a female?"
"Indeed it is. Your sister will be very happy."
And Halvar was proven correct when Zyrah and the young Night Fury were seen bounding around the family farm in delight later that day. Eindride had told his sister the good news, and since the announcement, the pair spent the remainder of their day bonding.
Zyrah was so excited to be able to continue her training, and now it was time to fit the Night Fury for a proper saddle and train the two together. Zyrah brought her dragon with her to go see her friend Konall in the training ring, where he was practicing knife throwing with his Skrill, Lightbolt, not too far away.
Konall immediately lit up seeing her walk in.
"Thor's hammer! You did it!" He congratulated, giving her a high five.
"I know, right? Plus, she's a girl! So we're gonna get along perfectly!" Zyrah enthused. The pair's attention was diverted when they overheard the sounds of their dragons interacting with each other. The Night Fury circled Lightbolt for a moment, getting used to his scent, before playfully nudging at him, waving her tail in his face, which was met with an irritated snort.
"So are you gonna give her a name?" He asked, turning back to face her.
"Duh. I just haven't figured out what it'll be yet." She watched the Night Fury with curiosity; she was a pretty thing, a strong, slender body with bright blue eyes.
"You could stick to nice and easy and name her Blue." He remarked with a snarky grin. Zyrah punched him but didn't hide her smile. She tapped her lip in thought.
"That's a stupid name. No, I'm not gonna do that... Um, I'll name her... I'll name her... Oh, Odin...Blueheart! I'll name her Blueheart!" She finally said with a grin.
"Not bad! I like it. Call her over."
"Blueheart!" Zyrah called. The female Night Fury glanced up from teasing Lightbolt and looked to Zyrah with dilated pupils and a gummy grin.
"Blueheart!" Blueheart garbled happily and bounded over and pressed her head to Zyrah's abdomen.
"Haha! Glad you like your name!" Having established a name and a new friend, Zyrah was over the moon to see her dragon adapting to village life so smoothly. Blueheart even got along with her brother's dragons as well, which was a huge bonus.
A day or two later, the blacksmith had made a saddle fit for the Night Fury, and it did take Blueheart some convincing to take the saddle, Lightbolt had to tell her it was okay. Once she was ready, Zyrah hopped onto her back and grinned.
"This feels so natural! I love it! What about you girl?" Zyrah asked Blueheart, who snorted and shook her head, "I'll take that as a yes!" Konall laughed. He had been Lightbolt's rider for about a year now, and he offered to show Zyrah the ropes now that she had Blueheart, and wasn't sharing her brother's dragons anymore.
"Alright girls, follow me and Lightbolt!" He took off into the sky with Lightbolt screeching slightly, Zyrah and Blueheart looked at each other, exchanging small smiles before following them. Zyrah whooped in delight as Blueheart swooped and swerved around the boys with ease at breakneck speed. Night Furies were legendary for their speed, and if Blueheart was this fast, and she most certainly still growing, then there was no telling how fast she'd become.
Konall observed how Blueheart used her tailfins to maneuver with such agility and couldn't help but bring it up.
"I think if you guys work on agility and stuff like that, she could be the fastest dragon ever! And I'm pretty sure her tailfins help her be so fast." For an 11-year-old, Konall's vocabulary was extensive, and he prided himself on that, and his observation skills.
"Well, then I guess we can't let them get damaged, eh?" Zyrah replied, patting Blueheart's neck.
Zyrah knew this was her first true step to independence. She could finally fly on her own.
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Left In The Night
Fanfiction(REVISED) Even with Drago gone, the aftermath of his reign opens old wounds. Leaving Zyrah, the unwanted child of two of Drago's former hunters, to uncover her history. And her beloved female Night Fury brings Toothless to his roots. A/N: This fic...
