Fishlegs knew that Meatlug wasn't the fastest or most agile of the dragons. However, he was the one who could land and take off in the tightest spaces. So he flew onward looking for any small gap in the trees. He saw a flash of scales as his eyes peered deep into the green. He knew... He hoped that any dragons found here would be unique. His heart raced as he spotted a meadow. The steady fluttering of Meatlug's tiny wings a constant joy to his rider.
Although when he wanted Meatlug could fly almost silently, if a little slowly. That was something even Toothless couldn't do. Fishlegs puffed up a little at the thought is if this was down to his skills as a rider. Deep in his heart he knew that for all the strengths that his dragon had, and he would happily defend Meatlug against any comers. He knew that in a fight, a Gronkle wasn't going to win.
As they landed, he leaped off and landed in the swaying grass. Meatlug rolled over and gave himself a dust bath. Fishlegs stood nearby, his eyes watched the trees around the edge. A flash of green scales was all he saw..... before the head snuck back back behind the tree.
Fishlegs was almost dancing with delight. He hadn't recognised it at all. This was a totally new... totally unknown dragon...
He wanted to appear non-threatening, and gave Meatlug a tickle under the chin. A gurgling purring noise came out, and every muscle in the dragon went limp and relaxed.
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