At first, Grace was tempted to roll onto her other side and completely ignore the bouncing, noisy creature beside her. She squeezed her eyes a little tighter against the ray of sunshine that could now flow right in her face. She groaned in annoyance, clenched the blanket in her fist to bring it closer to her chin, and snapped her eyes open. Unlike her father, she wasn't a morning person. She didn't want to be a morning person. Her usual farm chores were capable of being done in the afternoon, just after she liked to wake up, even if it meant working in the heat. 

Oh, wait. She had more than just farm chores to worry about that morning. 

Blinking, she shoved the blanket down a bit and peeked over her shoulder at the tiny reptile. Memories came flooding back of only a few hours earlier, when the room was dark and all she could see were faint shimmers of scales on an unfamiliar figure, and hear the sounds of an obviously very young animal. Now that it was light and she could finally get a good, detailed look at what she was dealing with. And yes, it really was a dragon. 

She sat up, blew her unruly bangs out of her face, and stared at the creature. "Good morning," she finally said.