The dragon- with dark horns, aforementioned blue-feathered wings, eyes as pale and luminous as stars, an air of majesty, and scales seemingly carved from faintly glowing lapis lazuli- stares at him blankly. 

"Do you mind Iyurei? It means 'blue.'" ...He's terrible at names.

“No,” repeats the dragon, in precisely the same tone and intonation that it used previously. 

It adopts a ponderous expression- to the extent that a winged reptile can have one- and then proceeds to take several graceful steps forward, lowering its head in the process. The dragon- Iyurei, now- stares at him soulfully, aforementioned wheelbarrow-sized head only a few feet away. 

Dragons, evidently, are very enthusiastic when licking people.

"Awwww!" Enthusiastic licks are best licks!

Runla sort of glances at the sky. "Do I get a familiar?" she half-whines.

“Awwwww!” Kadlawen agrees, coming back from where he’d temporarily made a ‘tactical’ retreat.

And single, skeletal claw pops out of the ground, with a skeletal frog- including non-pictured skull pauldrons, glowing red eyes, and a generally necromantic aesthetic- coming not far behind; the gods do have their own senses of dramatic timing.

”Runla,” it croaks. “Runla the fateful. Runla the joyous, and Runla, unhateful. Runla whose spirit blares hotter than brands, Runla whose unforetold bliss tis swiftly at hand. Runla the vengeful. Runla the kind. Runla whose desires may bite, in due time. Runla. We know answers in time, Runla. And the meanwhile’s sublime. Ruuuunnnlllllaaaaaaaaaa....”

"Eeee! You're awesome, I'm calling you Bones," she says, not quite prancing. "What're you?"

“I am a gashadokuro,” it croaks in reply, that being one of the phrases that came pre-installed.

"What's a gashadokuro do?"

Bones stares at her, ominously. 

“Oh, goodness, who’s a dreadfully adorable frog? You are, yes you are!” he coos, patting the frog delicately on its skull-plate. “And, um, gashadokuros mostly have and grant powers revolving around controlling the undead, raising the undead, and negative energy? If you leave him alone for too long he’ll start summoning skeletons to fetch the cookie jar and killing your house plants, that sort of thing? And you, too, will be capable of summoning skeletons so as to fetch cookie jars.”

"That is a very reasonable use for skeletons!" Then, to Ateshai: "See, I totally don't need opposable thumbs ever," in the tone of someone who has just won a long-standing argument.

Eyeroll.

Iyerei notices that he’s paying attention to something other than- her? him? it? them?- and corrects this with a light headbut, followed by further licking!

While Bones, by some similar instance of unrefined reason, jumps gracefully onto Runla, lets out a drawn-out croak, and contentedly commences clinging to her back. He- to settle on a pronoun- is surprisingly light.

Delighted running amok commences.

After a bit of playing around, while Kadlawen is focused on something else, Ateshai notices Runla trying to get his attention.

She is not being incredibly subtle.

He raises an eyebrow at her.

"You suck," she hisses. "Just, in general, but also at dating, like, wow, you're painfully horrible at this - "

"Do you have a point?" he hisses back. He's aware he's bad at this! His vague flailing attempts at dating have historically ended pretty quickly!

"Tell him you like him, moron," she whispers, then nudges him in the back - and harder.

He tries and fails to kick her, then sort of sidles up to Kadlawen.

"So. Uh. You're really great and I like you a lot?" he almost squeaks.

Kadlawen’s mostly spent the involved intermediate time slowly transitioning from the state of ‘smiling brightly’ to ‘smiling somewhat forcedly’ to ‘looking moderately droopy and unhappy’.

“Um- gosh, um, thank you! I- admit that I was sort of uncertain, on that point. Um.

I know your culture is different and everything, and I really don’t want to pressure you or anything, but I- also really like you? And refraining from so much as kissing you has taken a lot of restraint? And I’m already defying an honestly supererogatory amount of cultural brickabrack by doing even this much pursuing and arranging and initating, and- if you wanted to kiss or hold hands or do anything non-platonic I’d be very enthusiastic-“

"I'd love to hold hands and we can kiss! I am interested, just exceptionally bad at romancing people, it's probably better to be forward, I don't cave to pressure really, worst thing that'll happen is I'll turn into a red blushy pile and Runla will laugh at us. Like literally the only time I kissed someone on my initiative it wasn't even my initiative, Runla tripped me. I can definitely try to be more forward, though, that's just - something I'll have to work on, and you might have to occasionally tolerate Runla telling me I'm an idiot and shoving us into each other."

Runla has a paw over her face.