“Alastair Tourmaline—“ This time when Shura echoes Strange, it’s with an incredulous tone. That’s way too big of a name for a tiny little thing!! “That’s too long!”

Shura’s dragon doesn’t mind Alastair’s invasion of her personal space, happy to bump her snoot against his as she returns the sniff-down. She might not be quite as energetic, but she’s curious about this new thing, letting out a soft trill and reaching out a clawed hand to try and hold Alastair’s head still while she sniffs.