Maybe it is a dream, then, since that is the shadow of a dragon falling over the scattered remnants of land. Heavy wingbeats fill the air, and Paarthurnax soon lowers himself down to the earth with his large eyes focused on the young girl.

He's certain different than the dragons Zuko might know... Less colorful, body not as elongated (although that neck is nearly close enough), and with two clawed feet. One horn is broken somewhat, and there are some things tied about the other one. What look like to be small charms of sorts, and a brightly glowing little crystal shard...

"Peace, young one." And yes the dragon is indeed talking, voice low and calm. "I mean no harm."