He can do that if he'd like! The piano-playing one goes off to do something else, the other stays.

He stares at bees contentedly, occasionally moving his tail or tilting his head.

After a while,

I don't like the name Katmem. But I don't know what name I would like.

"Do you want us to come up with something else, or just think about it more?"

I want to think about it more. Maybe for a long time. Today is only my first day.

"Do you want us to just say 'the baby' when we talk about you, for now?"

He is a hatchling, not a baby!

"...what's the difference? People say 'baby bird' and 'baby turtle' even after they've hatched."

...New Amentans are Amentan Hatchlings to him, then. 

He wanders towards the river. This really is a nice place to be, he likes it.

Oh good!!!!

Ooh, a little river. Excitement versus vague fear makes him hesitate.

...Swimming is probably safe-ish, right? 

"It doesn't move very fast but it is deep enough to get your head under if you don't know how to swim. I don't know if you hatched knowing how or not."

...He is a Draak. He's not going to let a little moving water make him afraid!

He steels himself for a bit and takes a charging leap into the river, splashing away. Apparently he does have at least a little bit of swimming instinct because he pops right back up, making a triumphant sound.

The fosterblue applauds!

"Gao! Gao!" Up and down and across the river he goes!

Swimming plus everything else is tiring enough that he finds a nook somewhere in the garden and naps after he's done with it.

That's adorable.

When he wakes up it's lightly drizzling and someone has put an umbrella over his nook but nobody is immediately around.

This thing is weird but seems useful for staying dry. Cool. He pokes gently at the plastic cover and metal frame, even tasting them. How was this thing made? He plucks at one of the thin metal supports. He picks at the little button just under where all the metal bits come together-

The umbrella flumphs softly closed.

With most of him inside it! He practically shrieks in surprise and tries to get out, succeeding after a few seconds of panicked scrambling.

Somebody emerges from the house; it's the one who plays piano. "Are you all right?"

He was betrayed by that treacherous rain-covering-thing when he tried to figure out how it works! It closed on him and he... Slightly panicked.

(The umbrella is lying in the grass, one of the ribs bent with three punctures from small claws in the plastic.)

"- oh. We didn't want you to get rained on but we didn't think of that, I'm sorry."

He wouldn't have wanted to get rained on either so thanks for that.

(Crest-feathers unfluff a bit as he calms.)

I should have not broken it though! And I didn't figure out how it works yet!

"It's not expensive, it's okay. Do you want another one to look at?"

Sure! He won't break it! (Sorry.)

...Inside, he doesn't like the drizzle.

Inside they go. The broken umbrella gets trashed and the housekeeper fetches another.