He half-opens his eyes as he hears the hisses from the younger ones, and sees that there is a young woman with light hair that is accompanied by three really small dragonets. One black, one green, and one cream-coloured one. He did not know what sort of breed they were, but they did look quite different from what he was used to.

For one thing, their forelimbs were their wings.

He thought to leave her alone since she only seemed to be fetching water in her casket, and since she had the dragonets who have bonded with her, he decided to stay quiet as well.

Yet now she spoke to him, and with praise as well.

With this, he raises his head from the ground, and places himself properly in order to address the young woman.

"I thank you very much for your praise, young miss. As for your children," that sounded odd but she called them thus, so best to simply go along with it, "I am quite sure that given enough time, they shall become as large as they are meant to be."

He inches a little closer to inspect the young ones.

"Are they freshly-hatched dragonets, miss?"

They seemed to be rather small to be any older than that.