There is a movement from behind a small tree, and Somebody-or-Other steps out. You're not sure how you know it's her, but you do. She grins. "Hi there. I see you've met Slana." Her eyes grow momentarily distant, and the small dragon awkwardly flaps to your shoulder, then preens happily. You only flinch slightly.

Somebody-or-Other laughs. "She won't hurt you. She's a flit from Greyhaven. I was very lucky indeed to impress her."

She points to a small clod of dirt, which shakes itself and speads its wings. Another one! "That's Danin," she says. The little dragon yawns and lumbers over to Somebody-or-Other, then climbs up leg to nestle on her shoulder. She laughs again. "He's not quite as energetic as his sister," she explains. Slana, as if in response, flutters away.