The cheerful sounds of birds chirping gently roused the deep slumber of a vibrant blue dragon, who had been resting beneath a birch tree. As she lifted her head, she caught the scent of another dragon and a menenkwe nearby. She let out a content purr.

It had been ages since Azurath had encountered a menenkwe, not since the tragic downfall of Valeriya.

Rising to her feet, she extended her sparkling blue wings, displaying dark indigo patches and stripes. The presence of the dragon grew closer, and eventually, a rather diminutive one appeared from the surrounding vegetation. It was only as tall as her chest.

She tilted her head curiously and spoke in a lovely manner, "Hi there!" This startled the small dragon, who bellowed, "Who are you?"

The dragon, introducing himself proudly, puffed out his chest and declared, "I'm Toothless, and you're on my turf!"

With a smug smirk, she tilted her head and took a quick whiff of him before the burly guy emerged. "Oh, for the love of Thor's beard," he exclaimed, gasping as he took a step back. Then, with a majestic lift of her head, Azurath's eyes, a stark contrast of pale gold and vibrant green, bore into him. Toothless jumped in, his teeth glinting as he said, "Don't you dare touch him! He's with me!"

With a sound that was a cross between a snort and a chuckle, Azurath articulated, "I truly do not wish to cause harm to a human being, for my species has always found a peculiar fondness for their ilk." 

She proceeded to lean in closer, shifting Toothless slightly to the side so she could envelop the human's body with the warmth of her own. Her nose twitched as she inhaled deeply, taking in the distinct aroma that emanated from him.

 The scent was a potent blend of oil and pine, a curious and somewhat comforting mix that reminded her of the times she had observed humans at work in the forests surrounding their village, crafting tools and structures with a diligence that mirrored the care she took in grooming her scales. Her eyes, the color of the clearest sapphires, gazed upon the unconscious form before her, filled with a gentle curiosity and a touch of concern for his well-being. This was a rare encounter indeed, and she was determined to ensure that it would not end in tragedy.

"What's his name?" she quizzed, retreating a tad with a dramatic tail swish that sent a nearby birch tree reeling from its foundation. Toothless raised his cranium. "Hiccup," he revealed, sparking a playful exchange.

"Tsk, tsk," Azurath retorted, her emerald gaze shimmering with amusement. "What's the deal with you Vikings and your peculiar monikers?"

The mighty dragon couldn't help but bristle at the jest. "Oh, really?" he shot back, a hint of tease in his rumble. "Your name's not exactly run-of-the-mill either, considering it's what our kind calls your entire species!"

The dragoness chuckled, her maw flashing with a smile that revealed her gleaming fangs. "Fair point," she conceded, before stretching out her mighty wings in a yawn that could swallow the sun itself. "But, it's rather natural among us. Humans, on the other hand, are quite fond of slapping their own labels on us."

With that, she pivoted, her sapphire eyes gleaming as she sailed towards a sparkling watering hole basking in the embrace of the sun's golden rays. "Well, I best be off to slumber. Catch ya later, Toothless!" she quipped over her shoulder.

The bewildered dragon watched her retreat, his eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and admiration. "Wait, wait!" he called out, his clumsy gallop failing to match her graceful stride. "Where are you off to?"

Her response was as casual as the flap of a butterfly's wing. "To snooze," she informed him, her voice as light as the breeze that ruffled her scales.

Her smile grew, a knowing glint in her eye. "But don't you worry," she assured him, "our paths will cross again."

And with that, she spread her wings in a majestic arc, her body a blur of azure and greens as she took to the skies, leaving Toothless to stand, his heart racing with excitement and bewilderment, as he stared after her retreating form.