"His masjesty here said that if the dragons did not put a smile on your face, he would cut his hair. " The cook delightfully informed the General. Something she eagerly wished to see,  despite the fact his locks were the envy of male and female angels and demons alike.

As each dragon was named they seemed to become more aware. 

However Anuriel's next comment was solemn - do you think once old enough,  they would choose their riders? I would give all I have to be a dragon rider. " Anuriel said as she and Dunveniz appeared to eye each other. 

Yuvongolkren was busy eyeing T'vor and Vulanyolved was eyeing Sephiroth. Kreinrokun was curled up half asleep.