"How about my grandmother? Her name is Iskra, my father's mother" Kos suggested. She was still in good shape for one so old, although dracons didn't really start aging much until about a century old. She still had some decades to go before that time. 
 
Cayosin explained it. "Oh, there's very little cold, Jammy, but there's a lot of heat and sand. My family had to eat goat meat and drink goat milk for their main food most years." He pointed at Adykon. "See my son? That's what goat gets you!" 

Iskra looked at Jammy's claws and horns, which were much less worn and weathered than her's. "How do you keep such nice claws, dear? Can I call you dear? A grandmother can call anyone 'dear' these days. Anyway, those are some lovely claws, Jammy." she held up her right foot for a moment, for emphasis. 

Orna took Tran's hand. "Thank you." She turned to Ryland. "Now, about that tour?" 

Larek went over to his father, finding him and Adair. "Oh, my father's showing off those scars again. He didn't do that until recently. I suspect he still doesn't like it, but it makes for a good conversation starter. Hm, you have some scars too, Nyx. You ever explain those to others? Besides me, of course." 

Veax wasn't very comfortable in such large crowds. He stuck close to Hermia. "Hermy, shall we... shall we find a more quiet area? I like my family and Avera's family seems nice, but I'm not good with such a group." He didn't mind his own family or Hermia, but in crowds with people he didn't live with, he got nervous. He wanted to play some music for the crowd, but doubted anyone could hear it over the talking. He had left his guitar upstairs anyway.