"Excuse me? If somebody could please-" Eclair takes a fast step forward and pivots on the balls of her feet an instant after. In the same motion she leans forward and snatches up the little dragon by the scruff of the neck. Dragons are, in fact, like cats. This is known to all who care for one for a living. And part of that when you take hold of the base of their shoulders like this, they go completely limp. She lifts this... what [i]is[/i] this, exactly? What is [i]happening[/i] right now? Everything made perfect sense until precisely ten seconds ago and now... what? What just knocked the foundations of the world off of its agreed upon track? "If the progenitor of this... sassy, lost child would kindly step forth? You had ought take better care not to misplace such creatures in the future." Hm. What, precisely, is she holding in any case? Dragon spawn. Quite young. Not dissimilar to the confluence of Morning's challenge and Evening's prank, but altogether not similar enough to be quite comfortable. Fangs appear in good health, gum coloration normal. Claws have not finished hardening, wings appear normal for development level but not yet capable of flight. Pupil dilation, tracking, no problems detected. High tension? Stress response? "...Apparent fatigue. How lost are you, little one? Your mother seems rather sluggish to collect you. Again, anyone? Anyone at all? I do not have time to wait around in this place!" Eclair shrugs and stuffs the little dragon into her pouch, next to the pocket with her tablet in it. The inside is cluttered with a great deal of things that Aren't Quite Yet, requisitions from the Manor she has failed to specify (nor shall she until she knows what she needs). So it is perhaps not the most comfortable of resting places. But it is dark, and smells faintly of the Long Sleep from where it splashed into the pools that Timtam had been meddling with. "Perhaps in the meantime a name. Given her coloration, I suggest Soline." "...What? Mayzie, what? Why that look? Do you not think it is funny?"