
Somebody-or-Other appears, and frowns at the dragon. "Don't break your neck, Aeriv!" The dragon twirls and dives. Somebody-or-Other sighs.
"Silly creature," Somebody-or-Other says. "Aeriv's my Carmor. I got her from Carmor Adoptions. She's nice enough, but like all Carmors, not very friendly. She likes me well enough, I suppose, but not strangers." She smiles at the Carmor. "I guess you'd better leave now. Shoo!"
As you start to leave the enclosure, your eyes catch a metal plate in the wall:
You smile, and head back to the nursery.
On your way out you notice a painting on the wall. Young Aeriv!