It was cold. Too cold. The snow had yet to fall for the day, but Addi knew it would come. It always came. She stared off into the distance, wondering if she was the only girl to ever have washed up on the shores of Berk without a political agenda. The Vikings of Berk still didn't trust her. She didn't blame them; she wouldn't trust her either.

The sun was setting, and it was getting dark. She knew it would snow all night. She needed to get back to the Hall. She was living there until she was able to build her own house. She still didn't have the skills or the strength to do that, but she was helping out around the village. Maybe someone would start to like her and offer to help her out in return. Maybe...

The villagers may not trust Addi, but they sure trusted the dragon that rescued her. In fact, they were constantly complimenting her and stroking her scales and telling her how wonderful it was to find a new species of dragon that they had never seen before. Hiccup and Fishlegs were particularly interested in her. Addi had halfway bonded with the dragon out of necessity, and the fact that she felt she owed the dragon her life. She was determined to pay back her debt one day. Maybe when she did, she could find a way home.

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The dragon watched her girl for some time before she began staring past her at the incoming storm. She waited patiently for her girl to return to the Hall, where a nice, warm, cozy blanket waited for each of them. The dragon wasn't a hot-burning dragon, like a Nightmare or a Gronkle. She had needs. Usually, her kind never came this far north, but she needed to be with her girl. She always has.