第一章:你妈妈说不要离开藏身处(11)
Three little hunting-dragons and one riding-dragon were flying just above the Deadly Shadow. Two of the hunting-dragons belonged to Hiccup: a very old one, the Wodensfang, with wings all tattered and torn, and a very young one, Toothless, the smallest, naughtiest hunting-dragon in the Archipelago. The third hunting-dragon was a golden chameleon Mood-Dragon called Stormfly, and she belonged to Camicazi.
The riding-dragon, the Windwalker, was a long-limbed, gentle, raggedy creature. He wagged his flag of a tail, hopefully waiting for everyone else to decide what to do.
‘L-l-lets go home…’ wept Toothless, in Dragonese, the language that dragons speak to one another. Only Hiccup could understand him, for Hiccup was a dragon-whisperer.
Toothless’s huge greengage eyes were bulging wide in terror. He didn’t really care about stranger-humans who didn’t belong to him. He just wanted to go home, but he didn’t want to admit it in front of Stormfly. Toothless was rather in love with Stormfly, so tended to show off in her company.