Saphira's head lowered, eyelids closing as her chin came to rest on the ground in front of the woman.
"You can pat her Mom, but be careful, her scales are fairly rough," he told his mother, indicating to her where to stroke the giant head. "Along her eyeridge, or here," he said, patting Saphira along the smoother scales just atop her nostrils.
It's an honour to meet my Rider's mother.
Richie looked at his mother. "And Saphira says it's an honour to meet you."