|Slowly you turn around. A small, dainty looking dragon, her skin a bright yellow-gold, sits in the bushes, looking cautiously out at you. It seems almost childlike, but you have a feeling that she's fully grown.|
"Hey little one. Who're you?" You croutch down and offer the little dragon your hand. It stares for a minute, then shuffles forwards.
Cassiopia A quiet, silvery voice tells you, and the little dragon slinks up to you, repeating the sniffing and rubbing, though with less hesitation than Andromeda did.