[Tanith knows that the Dragapult has been misbehaving, but she goes in with full confidence—she remembers it being so small she could scoop it in both her hands, and she'd pass it into Vasarely's and show them where to support the little creature's weight and where to scratch it without disturbing its growing scales. No, she has never feared dragons, and she certainly cannot imagine herself unable to calm the ire of a creature she helped hand fed when it was at its smallest.

"It is baby," she had huffed at the gym trainers who tried to warn her after she finally got the gist of what they meant, and she spoke through her thick accent and with all the confidence in the world despite only barely knowing how to put this language's phrases together.

So she isn't entirely surprised by how quickly the Dragapult comes to her. The excitement can easily be chalked up to the sight of a familiar face. She can't help but smile, too.]

How big you've become, old friend! [She speaks in her mother tongue, and reaches out with both hands to pet the sides of the Dragapult's sharp face and under its chin.] Those silly apprentices. I knew they just did not know how to say hello to you. No wonder you have been so grumpy.

[Aurora gives a long, friendly coo, and snakes and winds in Dragapult's direction. She was smaller, too, last they saw each other.]

And what has you in such good spirits, hmmm? Is it really so exciting to see me?