"Oh, dear," Greta says, her smile both sympathetic and slightly appalled. She'd expect a dragon to have magic, but whistling locks open is rather specific. "At least she doesn't seem to be flying, yet." It's probably a small comfort -- between being able to unlock things and being able to climb, Kitten can probably get into just about anything. But at least she's not bouncing off the light fixtures.

"Will she grow quickly?" If she's still so small at three years of age, Greta would assume she won't be having any growth spurts that require a move out to a barn or somesuch. But goodness knows how dragons grow, especially where Daine comes from.