"Hello Rhaegal," Fleur said softly as he unwound his neck to wrap around her happily - smoke curling from his nostrils," It is good to see you again. I'm sorry that I have not visited lately - my attentions have been elsewhere." Rhaegal looked at her in confusion, his tongue forking outwards to taste her emotions. "There is a girl," Fleur confessed slowly," She is from Dorne. A bastard but so very beautiful. She is good with a sword and Ginny says that she is incredibly smart. Rhaegal, she's perfect."