"Or something. I have no idea what your dragons are like, I can just feel how close the words are. The ones whose scales look like this, they're..."
He picks up a pebble and concentrates, hugging Havalya again to drink the flare of pain. The little rock reshapes itself into a tiny creature, not pearly-white this time but a brilliant sapphire blue, which does indeed look superficially like a dragon. The body plan is about the same, but the details are different.
"Like that, but a hundred times the size," he says, handing her the statuette. It sits upright in her hand like a cat, with its wings folded to its back and its long tapering tail curled forward around its feet.