Ava had a little more trouble than usually getting up on Blizzard's back thanks to the snow shifting under her feet every time she tried to hop onto the dragon's back. It took a few moment to figure out the exact way she should sit but sooner or later she figured it out and was sitting in the right position. She leaned forward slightly as Blizzard took off, the chilled winds nipping at her cheeks and the tip of her nose, causing them to turn a bright shade of red against her pale skin. But still, it wasn't nearly as bad as the storm that had just an hour before raged through this area, leaving it very close to being an icy wasteland. She looked around as they flew, frowning slightly. She hoped the snow or cold didn't get too much worse as they reached this island. And more so, she hopped the cold hadn't killed this flower she was supposed to get. If it did, then this whole trip the two of them were taking would have been for no purpose. And more so, if it was dead, this sickness in Berk would become more wide spread and likely take some lives in the process.

She gasped slightly when Blizzard sudden;y shot a blast of blue(?) plasma into the air and at first she thought it might burn them(or at least her), but he dove to go under the fire so it didn't hit them directly but the heat from it could be felt. She laughed slightly at her own surprise and looked down at him, "You could have warned me before doing that you know." Well, maybe he couldn't. He couldn't talk after all. Looking down, she could see that the waves had calmed and she could now see the reflection of them(mostly him and her face poking from above to look down). The night all around was beginning to calm, giving them a peaceful flight for now.

Leaning her head against the top of his, she sighed, "I hope the rest of our flight stays like this. It's really....nice."

Blizzard rumbled in response and flew on in silence. He worried that Ava would grow ill from this cold as her mother had- he hoped not that the flight was peaceful… but rather that it was short. A few hours more of flying and the sun was beginning to rise, he scanned the sea for the flicker of fish in first light. A pod of seashockers must have been nearby because several fish were flipping up from the surface, a whole school trying to speed away from the dragons and running out of sea. Blizzard dived in sharply, catching a couple in his mouth as the fish somersaulted in the air. He rose again swallowing his prize with a content purr.

They flew on- covering miles in little time at all. The ocean was vast and silent and gradually Blizzard began to drift lower once more, seeking a place to land. The ocean shifted beneath them and startled him from his search causing him to lurch sharply, body tipping as several massive thunder drums buckled up from the sea, filling their huge bodies with air. He picked up the pace and could not imagine how small Ava must feel in comparison to those beasts.

Ava rode on with Blizzard and was watching the sun rise when Blizzard suddenly dived sharply, causing her to yelp and hold on tighter for a moment a the dragon gathered his breakfast. She laughed slightly, patting the side of his neck as he rose up again, "You just love to give me some scared, don't you?" The flight continued on, and later Blizzard began to slowly lower his position in what seemed like searching. Well, they had been flying for quite a while so maybe he was searching for a place to land so he could rest and she could get something to eat. She leaned over to help with that when the waves below the began to shift. It scared her and obviously had started her dragon as well because he moved quickly.

She looked wide eyed as she saw these huge dragons that she had only seen in books. It was one thing to see them on paper, as on paper they could be any size. But these things were giants compared to her. She leaned forward slightly as Blizzard began to move faster and she was grateful for it. While she knew they probably were just moving on their way, maybe catching food, it still made her nervous being around them. They were so big and their mouths were huge. They couldn't probably swallow a person with ease! Once Blizzard had finally spotted an island, she looked down, taking in the surrounding area. It was more of a group of islands around a mainland, though they landed on one of the smaller islands.

Taking out the book again, she looked at the map and saw where they were, "Well, the good news is we only have a couple more hours to get to the flowers." Se smiled and put the book away, going to catch her own fish. Once she had them ad Blizzard had started her fire, she cooked one of two of the fish and handed another to Blizzard for him to eat, as she didn't eat much anyway and those two fish were enough for her, "Let's hope no more storms come around to slow us down any more."

Once she had eaten, she climbed back onto his back and scratched behind his ears, "Let's get to this island. Hopefully the flowers are still alive."

Perhaps it was a vain hope but if that flower was there than the worse of their problems would be solved. Blizzard wouldn't think about what they would do if it wasn't there. He had made himself comfortable after a starting a fire, basking in the light of the warm flames and resting his wings. He accepted the offered fish with vigor and waited patiently for Ava to finish her own meal. Humans ate so gingerly. If they were savoring every bite than they had the wrong idea- after all they cooked all the flavorable juices out of their meat before eating it. It seemed that as soon as he dozed off she was scratching at his scales and he stretched long, like a cat- noticing she was already on his back he took flight.

The first few minutes of this next span of flying was spent at a sluggish pace as Blizzard woke himself back up and after a short time he was picking up the pace once more. They were on the last stretch of their journey (before the return trip that was) and he was ready to prove that they were more than capable. This time he would do his best not to overdo it... how embarrassing that was, getting captured. They had already wasted a graveous amount of time due to that storm and he didn't want anymore problems between them and that flower.

Ava really did hope the rest o this trip went smoothly and quickly so they could get back to Berk and get the flower to the healer before anyone suffered permanently from this sickness. Surely it would go well. They would get the flower and head back home. If they were lucky maybe they would be back home by that night or the next morning. Leaning down, she smiled and patted Blizzard's side in a reassurance and to let him know he was going a good job. She knew it must have been tiring to fly her all this way, and without many rests for that matter. She was really thankful for him. She sighed slightly with a smile on her face and as the time went by she just amused herself in picking out pictures in the clouds and looking about at all the scenery that passed them by.

Finally though, the island came into view. It was such a strange island. One that, despite the cold in the area and the other islands having snow, remained green and lush. With a confused look o her face, she looked down at Blizzard, "That's the island." Soon, they had landed and in pulling out the book to look at the picture of the flowers before nodding her head toward the field of them, "Those are it. Lets get them and hurry back." Then she went to it, picking the flowers and putting as many as she could fit in the sack she had at her waist. What they didn't use after all, they could save for if the sickness came back later on.

Once she was sure she had enough, she looked over to smile at Blizzard, rubbing his snout, "There. Now let's head home, huh?" Only after she siad that, there was a sort of rumbling that caused her to fall back on her bottom, looking around confused as a large white dragon came in through the trees, and seeing the presence of the human and the dragon, let out a fearsome roar, snapping its sharp teeth in Ava's direction. With wide eyes, she moved quickly to try and get on Blizzard's back, only to be knocked off with a swipe of the dragon's tail. And at first, she thought the dragon was going to kill her. Here she was, the daughter of the most famous dragon rider, and she was about to killed by a dragon.

But it didn't kill her, which confused her. No, it merely stared at her until her wide green eyes met the glowing blue eyes of the dragon. And whens eh did, she knew something was wrong. Her head began to feel fuzzy and her muscles didn't seem to want to work any more. The stare of that dragon was doing something to her and whatever it was, she didn't like it.

Very soon, the green in Ava's eyes seemed to cloud over and her eyes turned a shocking shade of grey, staring up at nothing. And all of her muscles did cease to work, her whole body going limp under the dragon, in a death like state.

There was something unsettling about a green island amidst snowy seas and yet- it was their destination. It was too late to get cold feet now so instead he swallowed his wariness and touched down upon plush grass, padding his feet at soft earth and sniffing at the air which was both bitter and sweet. He realized the next minute that the flower was responsible for the first, snorting at the petals and leaving Ava to the task of collecting them. It was when everything seemed to be going so well and they were about to take off that the land trembled and he widened his stance in alarm. Another whispering death? But then a large white dragon burst out from the thicket of trees and Blizzard freaked, fighting with himself to remain still rather than fleeing as Ava ran towards him.

No sooner than she mounted though she was being flung off and his attempted launch sent him rolling. What surely was ancient beast was looming over Ava and Blizzard struggled to right himself, tangled up in the thick foliage- dizzy from the tumble. He snapped at the vines and flung his wings open with sudden ferocity as Ava went still, freeing himself and launching up at the beast. He dragged it to the ground by its horn before immediately racing to Ava and flipping her onto his back, not giving the other dragon a chance to retaliate as he immediately took off.

His ascend lacked its usual flare with no way to keep Ava on during a sharp incline. He rose gradually beating his wings hard. Though he didn’t look back he thought he felt the dragon’s stare like a needle at his skull. Where was he going? What was he doing? He needed a safe place to land, no he needed to get back to Berk!

Fortunately the decision was made for him as Ava began to slid from his hide. He slowed rapidly and descended with a hard thump on a icy beach. His wings flopped at his sides and he twisted, sliding her body down onto one of them- staring at her with wide green eyes. There was a roar from the sky and sudden form diving towards the land, he repositioned, standing over the girl and baring his teeth. Suddenly he saw who it was though as nightfury touched down with unnecessary force- earflaps flicking back and forth as he surveyed the surrounding land.

Hiccup sprung from Toothless’ back and the dragon snapped back to attention but by then Hiccup was already running towards the white dragon, voice lined with panic “where’s Ava?” He’d imaged dragging a rebellious girl back- probably amidst an argument and instead there was Blizzard looking baffled and then bothered. Lowering his head with shame before shifting back on his hind legs so Hiccup could get to his daughter and he did. Grabbing her firmly and freezing at the sight of her eyes “wh-what happened?”

Blizzard paced a few steps and then transformed though his muscles were tired from the flight, leaving his human form feeling on the side of lethargic. He slumped forward against his knees and moaned miserably forgetting his words. “Big white dragon. I don’t know- back there!” He pointed swiftly in the direction of the island and nearly sent himself toppling.

Hiccup picked Ava carefully up after assuring that she was still breathing. “What did it do?” He asked as calmly as he could, trying not trying to fuel the young dragon’s distress.

Sucking a breath between his teeth Blizzard replied “nothing… It just stared at her and she stopped moving.” Toothless barked at them and nodded his head toward the island, spreading his wings and Hiccup thoughtlessly pulled his tailfin open. Maybe not the smartest decision since Toothless immediately took off in the direction of the island leaving the tree standing in the snow.

Blizzard gritted his teeth, his pride suddenly torn as he ground out the words “get on my back” before transforming back to a dragon.

The ride back to Berk was quiet. Worry filled the air over what exactly was wrong with the young girl and it managed to cause quite an upstir when the three of them landed back in Berk later that night. People had waited up for Hiccup to return, obviously awaiting for their chief and his daughter to be back victorious and with the flower that would heal the sick. The sight they saw was not what they were expecting though. The sight of a obviously distressed Blizzard and solemn Hiccup holding what appeared to them to be a dead Ava. After all, the girl was staring blanking with grey eyes many of them had seen after loosing loved ones, or from the dead after a battle. And while no one approached them, it was obvious in silence of the people in the village aside from alarmed whispers that they thought the worst.

Ava had been brought back into the chief's home, where the healer was on rounds, checking on Castiel, whom was unconscious once again. Maybe it was better that way as the sight of her daughter in such a state might have put the poor woman in a panic and worsen her state of health. Of course, when the old healer woman saw the state Ava was in, she ushered Hiccup to lay her in another bed that was in the room and began to look her over, obviously puzzled, "The girl....she lives...but is unresponsive. "What caused this?" She looked to the other two and when she was told a dragon caused this, she nodded, "I have records of this in a book somewhere. I will have to search through my study. Do you know the name of the dragon?"

By this time, Aurora, listening in while sitting beside her rider's bed, transformed, speaking, "The Mani dragon." When they looked to her, she nodded, "It is an ancient one. Not quite as old as the Arcus Dragons, but fairly close. There are many legends of them, but there is no need to go into those. These dragons though, they have an ability much like I do with shifting with my surroundings or the sea shockers have with electricity. They do this mainly with humans because they are weaker, but can do this dragons as well. They stare at them and as they do, a invisible gas comes from their skin and paralyzes their minds and body. We Arcus dragons called this being Moonblinked. We never discovered a way to reverse this ourselves." She looked to her son, "Son, is this what happened? Did the Mani stare at her?"

Shock was most prominent but no one approached them as they set down in the village- a grim atmosphere hanging over those that waited up for good news. They alone headed straight for the solo house on the hill, there was no avoiding the whispers though and the glances of sympathy that followed them up the slope. Blizzard knew that none of this was directed at him but the unlucky chief who was undeserving of anymore loss. Hiccup was relived to find his wife asleep and the healer present, he had wanted her to look at Ava as soon as possible. Only the news the woman shared didn’t bring him great relief. There was no mention of any dragon like that in their book of dragons so believed that it was either very rare or tricky. Perhaps in fooled any human that came around it with that gas? It hardly mattered.

Blizzard had transformed at the mention of possible solutions and was pulling on his clothes with clumsy haste when his mother addressed him. “Yes, after I had been knocked down. The mani was over her, staring.” He stilled for a moment “Just staring.” then pulled the belt tight around his waist. “We-” He started, turning himself around before something occurred to him at the sight of Castiel. Instead he grabbed for the bag, having been thoughtless cast to the floor when they rushed in earlier. “Got the flowers. The ones in the book. You should start on the cure for the sick.”

Aurora frowned slightly when Blizzard stated the Mani dragon had indeed stared at her, which meant right now, if they didn't find a solution to this, Ava's life was very possibly in danger. She could guess that after seeing what the Mani had done to Ava her mate had gone to confront the ancient dragon, which worried her slightly. She had only seen a Mani dragon once before, when she was quite younger and still living with her flock of Arcus dragons, but she surely did remember the great size of the Mani. The dragon had been large, much larger than the size of an Arcus dragon or a Nightfury. It would have been a tough fight if a real fight had managed to break out between Toothless and the Mani. But, she also had to remind herself that Toothless was alpha. He was strong and he knew what he was doing better than Blizzard and Ava had.

If anything, when she had first heard that Blizzard and Ava had taken off after those flowers, her plans had been to scold her son for taking Ava when her father had said not to, but seeing her son worrying about the girl she knew this was not the time. Besides, she knew just as well as everyone there that Ava and Blizzard were just like Hiccup and Toothless had been at that age. They took after their parents, so who could really blame them for that?

She watched Blizzard had the healer the bag that had been on Ava's person and thrown to the floor getting her inside in the bed. So, the two of them had managed to get the flowers. She was sure if Ava was awake, she would be telling arguing right now with her father, saying she had been able to do it and that he shouldn't have worried, where as her father would be arguing it had been too dangerous and something horrible could have happened. But right now, there was no arguing. There was nothing but a grim silence hanging in the air as the healer took the flowers and nodded, looking to Hiccup, "While the cure is brewing I will look through the books in my study for any clues to reverse your daughters state." That was all she could do for now. With a nod to the chief, she walked out, leaving the family and dragons time to themselves.

Not but a minute after the healer left, Valka burst in with a gust of the freezing cold ushering in behind her. White flurries flecked the wood floor and she immediately pulled the door shut. “The villagers are in quite the state, they are saying Ava is…” She trailed off right then, seeing said girl laying motionless on the bed. A small gasp left her and then she composed herself. Hiccup had stood back up the moment she stepped in.

“She’s not but the two had gone after the flowers and ran into a mani.” Hiccup thought if any humans in this village knew of the reclusive dragon than it would be his mother who seemed to know more of every type than he could ever hope to. “We aren’t sure how to wake her…”

Valka touched Ava’s forehead, brushing her fingers over the pale skin. “Mani? It is rare to run into such a dragon. I have only seen one once but the alpha had sent it off after it had moonblinked two hatchlings.” Hiccup knew that his mother understood some dragonese (easily more than him) from living in close quarters with their kind for many years and this was how she knew these terms without being told. “Unfortunately we were unable to cure them. I believe for several days many dragons had been searching for a nightfury. I was part of one such team but had steered them away from Berk. If only I had known…”

“It’s okay. No one could have ever imagined I was keeping a nightfury.” Hiccup assured because it had been completely outlandish. His mother had only wished to protect the dragons from a pointless battle with the Vikings. Her heart was in the right place. “This is good then, we have a nightfury.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her around. “Did they say what else was needed?”

“Something from the mani.”

Blizzard had been listening with rapid attention “I am going to go help dad.” With his declaration he hadn’t made it more than a step before Hiccup grabbed him, yanking him backwards.

“Whoa! No you’re not.”

“That thing is huge.” Blizzard protested. “He can’t fight it alone!”

“He’s fought bigger dragons. The red death, the bewilder beast…” Hiccup reminded though he had been there for both cases, helping. Hashing out their strategy. Pure speed and firepower alone made Toothless a formidable foe but he always had concerns about his tailfin being damaged in battle, it was his obvious weak point. One good hit to that and Toothless could be grounded which really only put him at a disadvantage against larger dragons, any other Hiccup had seen him take claw to claw. BUT- the mani had no flame so this was a mute point. “He can handle it. What we really need is someone to help the healer search for the information in her books. It’s not really clear what is needed from the mani.”

“You can do that.” Blizzard growled. He wanted to put that dragon on its back and down it forever. As cowardly as he had been he needed to make up his short comings. He needed to face it.

“Do you want Ava to get better?” Hiccup retorted sharply, meant to be every bit as effective as a knife because he knew he did- past the foolish pride. “Go to the healer’s hut and search her study for that information. If your father hasn’t returned by the time you find it than you can go after him.”

Blizzard pulled away “fine!” And immediately stormed out. Returning but a moment later to shamefully borrow a pair of boots.

Once he was good and gone Hiccup sent Valka to assure he didn’t just fly off despite their agreement, because he knew he probably would have at that age. He nodded towards Aurora “I need to speak with the villagers if Toothless returns here first, let me know.”

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Toothless had wasted no time on hellos and had made his grade entrance with the telltale whistle that had for years sent Vikings ducking in terror. His fire blasted the scales from the mani’s hide. Its eerie eyes searching the sky. Its attempt to track the faster creature’s flight disoriented it so when the next strike came it went down. Toothless circled in the sky- waiting for it to rise again. This third time he decided his anger was satisfied and shot the main horn from its head. While the mani was shrieking he divided down to grab the prize but the island’s tainted atmosphere shook him just enough that he lost track of where exactly it landed.

His guess was approximant and with obvious impatience he clawed up the weeds. Never having planned to land for more than an instant. The mani recovered, he sensed its lurch in the silence and rolled himself over, blasting it the face so it reeled back. Twisting and spreading his wings he flipped himself back onto his feet- grabbing the horn (that had dug unpleasantly at his back moments before) and launched for the sky.

This time it was his turn to howl as sharp teeth clutched his tail just short of the fins and he slammed back to the ground, sending the horn soaring. He shot fire at the creature once more, forcing his release and immediately going for its face. He scrambled at the scales and raked his short claws at its eyes but its tail was a massive whip that caught him as it thrashed- knocking him against the trees. He rolled with a grunt and dashed away between the trees on foot. The mani was too big but true to the nature of large beasts that didn’t stop it from bursting through.

Toothless bounded, scooping up the horn but the dragon knocked it away from him as it pounced. Slamming him down on his back as the horn hit the water of the sea with a faint ’plop’. It stared down at him, one eye marred with blood and Toothless filled his throat with gases and claimed it remaining eye with fire. It toppled onto its back with a massive cry and Toothless dived for the waves of the coast.

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He returned to Berk some hours later, his saddle wet, ice sticking to the leather and landed outside of the chief’s house- shoving his way in with a rumble of greeting as he immediately spotted Aurora but it was clear just who he was looking for as he gazed upon Ava.

While Blizzard searched through the many books the healer had on her shelves, the old woman went about at making the cure for the illness that had been spreading and very soon she had made a sort of stew from the flowers. She went about taking some of it to all the victims of the illness and when she brought it to the chief's house, she poured some into a pour and had Hiccup give it to Castiel, putting the bowl to her lips and having her drink from it, "Once you have had her drink it all, the flower should take affect and she'll be awake within an hour or so."

The healer left after stating that and she had been right because within the hour the woman was awake, though no one told her anything of Ava's ailment at first and kept a blanket up to block the sight of the girl in the bed from her. When she first woke, what ever property the flower had in it make her out of it to the point she would hardly speak and struggle to keep her eyes opened as they were very sensitive to the light. As time passed, she grew more and more aware and was looking around. Hiccup had gone after Ava, she remembered that from when she had been awake before. Yet, Hiccup was here and her daughter wasn't. Looking at the others, she finally sat up and grew worried by the looks on their faces and quickly signed, asking where her daughter was.

Aurora, sitting beside her bed was the first to speak, taking her friend's hand, speaking gently, "Ava is here...she's just....a little sick right now." She couldn't think how to word it without sending the woman in a panic so she figured to call it a sickness was best for now, "But we're working toward a cure right now. Toothless is out getting something we need an Blizzard is looking through the healer's books. She'll be jut fine." Aurora hoped anyway.

But of course, Castiel signed that she wanted to go see her, standing up from her bed and then noticed the blanket hanging to block her sight. Before any of the others could stop her, she had moved to the blanket and pulled it back to see her daughter laying there so still and staring up at nothing. A gasp of horror escaped the mother and she grasped Hiccup's arm, wide eyed as Aurora moved beside her, quickly trying to explain.

"She's not dead Casitel! It's called being Moonblinked! Look, she's still breathing!"

Still holding on to her husband's arm tightly, Castiel slowly approached the girl, seeing her breathing still, but her unsure eyes moved to Hiccup's, worry in them to hear from him whether their daughter would be okay or not.

Right then though, none other than Toothless had burst into the home, ice sticking to his scales and small battle wounds clearly showing he had been through much to come back to them. Aurora shifted then back to her dragon state, approaching him as he set what looked to be the Mani Dragon's Horn on the ground. Aurora sniffed at it curiously before looking at Toothless. Her mate seemed to know this was what the healer needed and so in a rush, Aurora picked it up, rushing to the healer's home, truly hoping this would fix everything and the young girl would be okay.

Toothless was certain that the Vikings wouldn’t have a clue how to cure the moonblinked. It was possible that they had recorded several cases over the years but the end results would have been grim, after all the only way for a victim to recover from this aliment was with the aid of a nightfury or a dragon of equal fire. He knew this- and he never asked why he did. On his return it seemed that Castiel had recovered in the time he was gone. Perhaps just now, with the way she was staring at her daughter and clutching Hiccup’s arm. He’d come in just in time to hear Hiccup assure Castiel that Ava was in fact alive and they were working on finding the cure. Toothless put the horn down as his mate approached, nodding towards it with a rumble that signified that this was what they needed.

He watched her speed away as Hiccup straightened, the chair scraping against the floor. It drew his attention and he slunk over to his rider- sniffing at Ava’s prone form before nudging Hiccup. “Hey bud. Your battle was a success?” Hiccup fumbled with the straps of the saddle, the moisture binding the leather. “What was that you brought back with you?” Toothless barked and rattled his wings, causing Hiccup to hold tighter to the saddle. “The…” Hiccup bite off the rest of the words and pull the small knife from his arm guard, slicing through the leather and letting the ruined saddle slid off. “That’s why Aurora rushed off.” Toothless barked again in excitement as Hiccup collected himself taking Castiel‘s hand with both of his and squeezing tight, “Ava is going to be alright.”

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The moment his mother burst into the room Blizzard jerked, eyes wide with alarm. Her appearance was sudden and without warning- her moments purposeful as she hurried to healer. “Mum,” He dropped the fat tome he’d been… skimming, in a hurry to get through it so he could actually do something useful but now she was here. Maybe it meant Ava was worse or that his father was injuried? “Is dad back?”

Castiel sighed in relief when her husband stated Ava was going to be fine and squeezed his hands back before throwing her arms around him, hugged him tightly, burying her face against his shoulder as she took deep breaths that soon washed away her panic from moments before. She had already lost her daughter once and she was sure she wouldn't be able to handle it if she lost her again. After she had herself nice and calm, she moved to sit on the edge of her daughters bed, gently brushing her hair back from her face and kissing her daughter's forehead, much like she would when the girl was but a child. It had been years since she was even able to sit at her child's bedside, and now that she was back, she was sure there would be at least a few more years of doing so before the girl left the house to be with a family of her own. She continued to brush a soothing hand through the girl's hair and looked back to her husband with a small smile as the two awaited the cure for their daughter.

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Aurora gave a slight nod to her son when questioned if his father was back before she approached the healer, dropping the horn o the dragon in front of the old woman. The woman picked it up and looked at the Arcus dragon, "What am I to do with this?" Aurora looked up at the woman and stamped her paw on the floor once or twice before the woman understood that she needed to crush the horn into a fine powder, which the woman went to do quickly. While she was, the white dragoness approached her son and nuzzled her head against him in a comforting motion. She knew the lad was not taking this situation all too well. After all his rider that he cared so much for was ill and she knew his pride was't going to let him forget that he was there when it had happened. In his mind, he had failed. And though what had happened was in no way his fault, he probably wasn't going to calm until Ava was better. He just had his father's personality in that way.

She licked her son's cheek and very soon, the old woman approached with the crushed up horn. Aurora allowed the old woman on her back and quickly ran her back to the chief's house. Walking in with the woman, she let her get off and the woman placed the powdery substance in a bowl Aurora took the edge of the bowl in her mouth and carried over to the fire place where she set it down and looked to her mate, letting him be the one to set fire to the ashes.

Blizzard watched- unclear as to what was taking place but it seemed to be the means of a cure for Ava. Or at least his mother seemed to think so. He recognized the object, for in that brief attack he staged against the mani he had grabbed the horn and plowed the larger dragon to the ground. How hard would it have been to snap it off then? His mother nudged into him, obviously trying to push away his current thoughts with gestures of reassurance but he considered himself to be fine without it. He wanted to see Ava better so despite her efforts, he kept his gaze on the healer. This was probably why Aurora licked him like she did and in some ways it did deter him as he immediately took to swiping away the saliva.

While he was doing this the pair had left and hurried after them, nearly slipping on the ice. Valka steadied him before he could fall and he continued his run towards the chief’s house.

For a moment Hiccup thought she might begin to cry with the force she was clutching to his front but then understood that she was relieved and he felt himself tremble because he had never fully let the gravity of it hit him. Landing on that island and finding Ava as still as death after he had forbid her from going on that journey… her eyes clouded and unseeing. His insides twisted and for a moment he just held tight to his wife. Letting himself calm as well. He watched Castiel’s gestures as she affectionately stroked their daughter’s hair as if any moment she might wake from a pleasant sleep. He met her gaze and matched her smile mere moments before the healer returned.

Toothless had watched the family, resting beside the bed as the minutes ticked by. The return of his mate was not unexpected or untimely and he greeted her with a purr as she let the woman off her back. Knowing what was desired of him he approached with purpose and with measured flame heated the powder with a steady stream until it was dark and ashy - the room smelling of sweetened soot. He picked the bowl up as Aurora had and carried it over to the bed, nudging it near Ava’s nose so she would inhale the fumes.

It took a while, for the fumes to fully reach Ava in her deep and unwanted sleep. That was truly what it was, was an unwanted sleep. As much as it seemed to the others to be a death like state, she dreamed the whole time. And strange enough, the dreams were of memories, long since forgotten. Memories of going flying with her grandmother, even from a very young age. Memories of sitting in her mother's lap and learning the sign language she and her father knew so well. Of having her father carry her up the stairs and sing lullabies to her while her mother stroked her hair, the two staying there until she fell asleep. There was the memories of the days exploring the village, running off to play with the other children of Berk.

And of course, one of her most favorite of the returning memories was of her a young girl, sitting in the living room of her home, being watched by her grandmother who was cooking by the fire. She was merely a toddler and the little girl had approached the male nightfury/arcus dragon. The dragon had still been quite young himself, not nearly as big as Toothless, but quite close. She had padded right up to him with giggles and laughs at seeing his scales sign in the light of the lamps and fire, the little girl flopping down onto his snout his head being half as big as her whole body.

She laughed more as the dragon lifted his head, squealing with a joy that seemed to delight the dragon. Next thing she knew, the dragon had nudged her onto his back and by the time her grandmother turned around, the dragon was squeezing his way out the door with the girl to take her for a ride around the village. And oh how everyone had stared and been surprised that the young dragon that had let no one ride him had the mall daughter of the chief on his back. But, then again, maybe it made sense that the little girl everyone adored so much would also be adored by the most temperamental dragon in Berk as well.

There were plenty of other memories, but those weren't very important to her. But, there was one. One horrible memory. The last memory she remembered before starting her new life in the hands of Einar. She was being tucked into bed by her father when there were loud and scary noises from outside. Ones that made her hind under her covers and tremble. Her father hugged her quickly and assured her that everything was going to fine before leaving her in the hands, or well, paws of her dragon. But the dragon himself had at that point still been rather young, just a little older than herself, and still quite inexperienced in fighting. So, when a strange man she didn't know came into her room, and the dragon tried to fight him off, he had after a quick fight, been able to get to her, hitting her in the head with the hilt of his sword.

All of the memories came flooding back to her in those few hours and it was only when she smelt a scent that was a sickly sweet scent that he moaned, trying to find her way from this hazy sleep. She blinked her eyes a few times, the grayness very slowly fading as she slowly gained her sight back, turning back into that bright green color. And when her vision was back, she still struggled a little with moving, her body still in between being numb and sore all at once, it taking a few moment for her to get full mobility of her body back. Blinking slightly, she looked at everyone standing around, looking at her with all relieved and worried gazes, she slowly struggled to sit up, looking at them all before looking to her father and after a moment, she wordlessly threw her arms around both he and her mother, suddenly feeling tears stinging at her eyes, "I remember.....I remember everything....."

Blizzard made it to the house- gasping as he tripped over the threshold, lungs burning from the cold. The door slammed shut behind him and the room was warm once more as the fire continued to crackle in the hearth. He immediately straightened and went straight for the bed in which the married couple was being clutched and clutching at the girl. And demanded the answer he desperately needed to hear. “Is she alright?” But Hiccup found himself in a sort of shock, holding to his daughter with all his strength. Her words were unbelievable but so sincere as if this horrible affliction had cured her amnesia despite the many years she had been lost.

“Is she alright?” Blizzard ventured again with more force, only seeing her tears: gruff, impatient and worried he wanted to shove them apart so he could ask her himself. He had heard nothing of her recovered memories so this scene was confusing and alarming.

It felt so good to be in her parents' arms again, being able to be so close to them again after so long, that she never wanted this to end. It was only when Blizzard spoke out his question with more force that she opened her eyes again and smiled at him from over her parents' shoulder. Pulling back she smiled at her parents before getting up and practically tackling the dragon boy in a hug, "Yes. I'm fine Blizzard. In fact, I'm more than fine." She laughed slightly at herself as she looked at him, "I've got my memories back. I remember everything about my life here in Berk." She said in an excited way, because this was very exciting for her. She remembered Berk and the people who lived here. Now she could truly and without a doubt call this place her home.

Looking at Blizzard, she tilted her head to the side, giving him a soft yet teasing smile, "I take it you were worried about me?" Obviously, something had been wrong with her if everyone had been around her and looking at her in such a worried way when she had woken up. The only thing she remembered was being leered down at by that large white dragon with its piercing eyes so obviously it had something to do with it. Smiling more at him, she playfully tried to force a smile on his face with her hands, "Come on, I just woke up and give you good news. The least you could give me is a smile. Just a little one at least?"

His patience was thinning pretty rapidly but thankfully she looked up then- absolutely glowing with joy. What did she have to be so happy about? She could have died! and if her smile threw him off, her actions only managed to make him more confused as she flung herself at him. He staggered back with her arms grasped tight around him, having been completely unprepared for the embrace. The corner of his lip quivered- his expression one of shock and then she pulled back enough to look at him and he schooled his features. Feeling wrongly ruffled as she called him out on being worried. It was a pretty big deal, what right did she have to act like it wasn’t? When she had no idea how close they were to believing there was no known cure and she was appearing as though she was dead. He’d pace the floor at his own incompetence because he’d nearly lost her a second time.

Her hands tugged at his mouth and finally he decidedly chomped down on her fingers with his flat human teeth and growled: “quit it!” Clearly miffed at her careless attitude. Hiccup knew they should have expected a response like this- Blizzard wasn’t the most civil of dragons but he usually had more patience for Ava and honestly, it wasn‘t like she was doing anything wrong. Hiccup heaved and exasperated sigh. “Do you have any idea how terrifying that was?!” Blizzard snarled at her. “We didn’t think you were going to wake up.”

It seemed Blizzard wasn't going to be in good spirits any time soon. He bit her fingers and she pulled them back, shaking her hand, though of course it hadn't hurt as he didn't bit her too hard, but it still made her frown. So, he had been really worried about her. If he was mad at her for being so happy right now when they had, as he said, thought she wouldn't wake up, then he must had thought something terrible had happened to her. Maybe she was being selfish for being so happy? But she was happy whether if was selfish of her or not. She was alive and well, and she remembered everyone here and remembered her life. She remembered who she was and where she belonged. She looked up at him, rubbing her fingers where he bit them, still frowning slightly, "Well, I don't know what happened to me that made you so 'terrified' but whatever it was, its over now. I'm here and I'm awake. Everything is fine now."

She gave him a hopeful smile, trying to see if maybe his mood would turn from sour to good. She hoped so. She didn't want him being mad at her when everyone else was so happy and relieved. She looked up at him, trying to see the even least bit of something else besides anger and annoyance in him as she spoke softly to him, "We're both safe, Blizzard. Can't you at least be happy about that?"

There was no real assurance that this sort of thing wouldn’t happen again, whether she was okay now or not and he cooled down but looked no more happy than before to hear it was all alright now. He knew he was being inconsiderate when she was ready to celebrate. He knew he should just be glad that she had recovered regardless of how badly things could have ended… Reluctantly he met her gaze and smiled vaguely before huffing faintly: “that was a bit melodramatic.” He shot her a better smile the second time and grabbed a hold of her. Looping his arms around her middle and pulling her to him to nuzzle his face against hers. Never mind the fact that they were currently both human, he was a dragon at the core.

Toothless thrilled until Hiccup shot him a look. The chief stood up. “I’m going to tell everyone the good news. No doubt they will want to celebrate.” He joked as he offered Castile a hand though he was pretty sure she would want to stay here with their daughter.