"I will do my best," she promises Seriss gravely. "Though if a necromancer shows up to raise you while I'm still small, I'm getting mom before I bite them."

Seriss chuckles at this, though it turns into more of a wheeze by the end.

"Hn!" He coughs. "Best we were getting on with this. Where is Voran? Always late."

Her first urge is to offer to go find Voran, but actually, she's clearly not nearly as fast as any of the adult dragons present, so:

"Should we go looking for her?" she asks her mother. "I can go on my own but my wings are small so I wouldn't be very fast at it, and also this is probably the sort of place where you'd rather your whelpling not go haring off to find a dragon on her own with no idea where to look or what Voran even looks like."

"I believe that's her now," Dahlia says, pointing to the sky. There is indeed a dragonish silhouette visible in the distance.

Well, that's that problem solved, then. Would it be impolite to pester Voran with questions about why she's late? ... That would probably be impolite, even though Ranaex is very curious. Probably it's hard to say goodbye after knowing someone for so long. Ranaex doesn't really want to say goodbye to Seriss either, but she thinks it's better than keeping him when he doesn't want to stay.

"Yay!" This problem solved, she gets to the next important bit of business, looking to Seriss and asking, "May I snuggle you?"

"Of course, little one." He dips his head.

Glomp!

She hums happily, purring and sending lovelovelove at her snugglebuddy.

He appreciates that.

Vorastrasza lands soon enough and takes a humanoid form, taller and more muscular than the elves present. She and Rielstrasz have a brief exchange about her tardiness, which has the feel of dialogue long-practiced.