"Firelizards"
Camo watched in delight as the jewel-colored firelizards flew about his head, their tiny eyes whirling with glowing hues, their creels piercing his ears. A green one landed on his shoulder and brushed her soft head against his cheek. He reached into the bowl for the meat pieces, just as Menolly had showed him numerous times. The little green gobbled them down, her cries softening to gentle croons.
"That's very good, Camo," Menolly said, smiling. "You've done well. I am proud of you."
A feeling of accomplishment swelled in his chest. He flushed with pride. "Pretties happy." He grinned.