The young dragon grinned and let out a growl. "Rider?" He asked Meredith as he looked down at the drawing in the sand. As the young dragon thought it over he suddenly realized something. "What... name?" He asked, then he curled up and yawned, his maw revealing his teeth and a lizard-like tongue.<br/><br/>"I... tired. Nap, then we will talk." He said before dozing off.<br/><br/>Meredith's mother came outside and saw the sleeping dragon. "So, honey, have you thought about this one's name? He seemed rather attached to you when he fell through the floor. Don't worry about your father. He'll be fine, he just got a little spooked when he thought the young hatchling was hostile."<br/><br/>The dragon hiccuped in his sleep, putting on another few pounds, by now the correct size for a small saddle, but not quite big enough for the small house on the image in the sand. As he breathed out his breath ignited a small plume of smoke and fire from his maw.<br/><br/>About an hour later he opened his eyes. "That's better. Where did Mistress Meredith go?" He asked before spotting her. "Oh... hello again. So you were wanting a ride?" He asked. Apparently his grammar was getting better quite quickly as he grew. "What is my name, Mistress?" He asked padding over to her and looking up at her with almost puppy dog eyes, making him look cute despite his size. Then he suddenly reached his neck out and nudged her, licking her face like a puppy. "You smell nice." He grinned as he stopped licking her face.