Kate was pretty sure she could do this. No wonder her parents hadn't been worried when she struggled with basic spells.  She didn't need her wand here, did she?  She could walk around the barn, fingers intertwined with her new husband, looking at the things that he loved.  Nat seemed more real when he was around the dragons then he did in the apartment, or around his mother, or in the pub.  She couldn't figure him out, this man who admitted he did not love her, but had married her anyway.  She learned almost as much about him as she did the dragons when he spoke.  Obviously he had a favorite.  Obviously he tried hard to take care of all of them.  Even the fact that he'd gone ahead and named them when he wasn't supposed to...that spoke volumes.  He'd told her he wasn't good with names.

"I'll stay still." She promised him as he went off to open the doors.  She hoped she could keep her promise.  She'd probably want to move, if she was being eaten by dragons.

This is Lok. He's about, a half stone? But he's the smallest."

"Goodness Gracious Nat."  She breathed.  "He's so little.  For a dragon, I mean."  To the dragon. "Hi sweetheart.  Aren't you a precious little thing."  She'd have touched him, but she wasn't sure that was allowed.   "Why Lok? Does it mean somthin?"   As they talked she peeked behind them, at the other dragons nosing out into the room.