Sleeping Dragon spooks come out for a swinging wake

"I know all the ranks," Portia beamed, though that was hardly an accomplishment, "And bluma, is kind of a word for plants-- I think." She paused briefly, trying to put something together in her head before she let out a breathe. "Ai laik Portia, Skayona kom Drageda... uh.. shopta?" she asks, tail waving. She's pretty sure that's the right greeting, and is pretty proud of herself in this moment.