Ciliantho

The larger dragon, which seemed to be a darker shade of taupe, started to walk closer to you, but still kept her distance, by a fair amount.

She took a glance at you, and her eyes lit up.

"Hey! How are you doing today, [ name ]?"
She lets out a giggle, noticing the confused look you put on.

"Oh, apologies. Word was we were getting a visitor named that, and you look fairly new. Word spreads quick around this wee place."
She smiles, and then looks back at you.

"Wait. You are [ name ], right?"

You nod.

"Awesome! You may call me Ciliantho, or Cilantro if you prefer. A lot of newcomers tend to mispronounce my name the first couple of times, since they both sound similar, but I don't mind. My sister has a similar sounding name to a plant as well, but it's much easier to remember."

She glanced at the flowers on her little tail lace accessory, looking back up after a few seconds.

"Oh, I should probably call her over. She gets really focused on her work sometimes. She's usually the louder one of the both of us."

Ciliantho then points to a much smaller dragon, mainly colored beige and tomato red, who was watering a plant and humming, the sunlight shining on them both.
You notice that there is a large, bare window on the wall that the dragon is facing, where the light is coming through.

"We both have had a passion for plants and flowers since we were hatchlings, often spending days just talking and reading about them."

Ciliantho walked up to her sister and lightly tapped her shoulder.

The two mumbled for a few minutes before heading back to you.