The small dragon stood up on his hindlegs to get a better look, bringing his head above the level of the grass, and sighed. "Can't wait until I get bigger and my wings come in."<br/><br/>He was allowed to grouse, as long as it wasn't excessive, and after a moment of trying to spot the fae, looked at the druid. "Should we go to them, or let them come to us?"<br/><br/>Devaguea was in favor of waiting, fae did rank under dragons, if of equal power, and while he was just starting to come into his power (he had been telling himself that for thirty years at that point, no sense stopping now), these grigs were likely on the lower end of fae. He had no issues with meeting them, after all, they were local and would know more about the situation than they would. Friends were always a good idea.