Ava couldn't help but notice Blizzard's displeasure when the other teens whistled out for their own dragons and she, in a attempt to calm the dragon, scratched him more around his ear flaps and head. She wasn't sure whether it was the whistles themselves or the fact the other dragon's were coming, but she was leaning toward the first. She could see why the whistles would bother him. If he didn't want a rider before her, she would think answering to a whistle would be considered by him as degrading. He really was such a prideful dragon. She made a mental note to not whistle for hi in the future and looked to the others as they introduced their dragon's to her. 

She was curious about them. She had never seen a hobblegrunt. It was strange looking dragon with some sort of fan on its head. She was wary of the changewing. After those changewings on that island attacked Blizzard she probably would be wary of them for a while. She had never seen a typhoomerang either. It was slender and seemed to be a more graceful dragon. The nadder was something she had seen plenty of times before and her interaction with one before when Blizzard had been showing her made her less wary of that one. Ava nodded to them, "They're all so....unique." They were very interesting and Ava felt the urge to want to learn more about them. But there was plenty of time for that she was sure. 

As she stood there, a rather large dragon with for wings flew over head, heading across the village toward the chief's house, an old woman riding on the back of it and her eyes widened, "Woah, what dragon was that?"