Halion blinks in surprise, trying to figure out the new, unfamiliar words he speaks about; considering she was barely more than a few weeks old, the fact she can even speak says volumes about a dragon's intellect. "Thank you, Honored Elder," she says, politely, using one of the highest honorifics in Draconic.<br/><br/>Vorela is the first to arrive, as if she could sense his curiosity, and figured any time Draiss is curious, interesting things are going to happen. "Ahhh, yes, I see you've met Halion. I've been meaning to tell you about her, but I figured I'd wait until she'd had a little time to mature, though now is as good a time as any. Have you ever seen anything like her?" She curls up with him, watching the four hatchlings set out to explore, nodding in approval. "You seem to have good instincts. I figured, as broodmates, roughly, they'd all stick together, and I was mostly correct. It's as if the others don't see Halion as the same as the rest of them." Draiss will notice, from his discussions with the other hatchlings, that they were nowhere near as polite, or as friendly; they all seemed to have a bit of a mean streak, though their general attitude is pleasant enough. He'll note the other three hatchlings are male, which might skew the results, but he'll also note that the other hybrids, already more grown, and released, were aggressive, compared to the metallic parent, though nowhere near a chromatic, very much of an overbearing, self-righteousness, in the lawful kind, and a wicked trickster in the chaotic ones.