Violette squeaked again, and peered out between Thag's forelegs at the approaching dragons.  She wasn't sure if she was more unsettled by the dragon now standing over her and crooning at her, who was obviously trying to be nice, but who was also still a more or less stranger, or the complete unknowns headed this way.<br/><br/>Another squeak was startled out of her by the very energetic... dragon?  Creature?  Whatever it was, it arrived with a noisy crash.  She couldn't tell what it was saying over the noise, and when it seemed to suddenly literally explode, she gave up on trying to talk to any dragon.  Social faux pas seemed much less worrying in the face of a sudden fear that she might be attacked, blown up, or just accidentally stepped on.  She put her hands over her head and flattened herself completely to the sand, muttering a prayer to the Elder Dragon.