She was not of the opinion, despite her faith of dragons being agents of the devil. That was utter drivel. She straightened the little dragon slightly and started to do the inspection for any defects or problems. She was well formed and very cranky from her ordeal, growling and bawling for it's mother. Mirela smiled slightly, "Shh shhh, yes I know it's cold out here." she said, moving to put the baby back into the fireplace under a charmed blanket that would not catch fire.
That little tail just trashed back and forth like an angry kitten that was displeased.