Pillars of ice and moss-covered stone hold up the vast translucent ceiling. Plants he's never even seen cling to every surface, at every angle. The dome of ice has turned the caldera into an island-sized greenhouse. He turns left, then right, he vaults over a hump of angular pillars, he ducks under an overhang, and. He growls down the tunnel and speeds up as much as his sensitive claws will allow. If only he had his claws sharp, he could catch up! He catches sight of her red cape and snarls. The stone shifts from formless and gray to blackened hexagonal pillars forming the walls and floor and always closed by the ever-present ice, yet the air only grows warmer with every step. Why won't she stop?! The cave winds up and down and left and right. He scrambles to put the pencil away and shove the pocket shut on it so he can run after her with another bark. "Come." She turns, snatches up her staff and mask, and runs. When her face turns to him again, there's a growing smile on it. The dragon huffs and starts trotting down the path behind it. "Shh." Valka starts to reach out for a second time and, again, she hesitates. Some wordless noise starts to form in the back of his throat, but. Hiccup forgets he can't speak, he might even forget that he's a dragon. His mother? Valka? The name he's been hearing for as long as he can remember, the name Dad only ever speaks with complete and utter adoration, it belongs to this woman standing in front of him right now? This- His mother? He can't.
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