Genis
"Oh, there ya are, man, you move slow... I thought weaviles were deadly, fast hunters, even as babies. Guess you guys are overhyped, huh?"
"No we're totally fast! Can't a guy take his time and enjoy the scenery!" Genis crossed his arms and looked in the opposite direction of the bird. If the bird was close enough, she would've noticed the slight increase of a pinkish red on his cheeks in his embarrassment. He'd never admit the place scared the crap out of him walking in.
"come, youngling, don't be afraid... what if your name?"
Genis walked forward a little intimidated by the shear size of the dragon. "M-my name is Genis! I have a house on the far side of town that I made entirely by myself," At this point he was standing below the green Dragon and in front of the raised stone platform. Genis had to turn his head up almost as far as he could just to look at his face. "What's your name Mr.GreenDragon?"