He chuckles. "All right. I think I have a deck of cards -" He does, but he only gets partway through explaining suits before Everia comes back, leading a man a little taller and more slender than Raafi, with darker skin and mossy green hair and a reddish-brown scaled creature about the size of a cat, but much longer with neck and tail taken into account, perched on his shoulder. Just before they get close enough to call a greeting, the little dragon launches into the air toward Raafi, the flaps down his sides unfurling into wings as he gets enough clearance for them.
"Mister Raafi mister Raafi mister Raafi! Is that your friend? Are they nice? Where did they come from?" He flaps twice in the intervening distance and then pulls up to land claws-first on Raafi's vest, scrambling up to his shoulder to peer at the stranger. "Are they a boy? Everia said 'they' but they look like a boy."
"Hello, Juuni," Raafi grins, offering his free hand for the little dragon to butt his forehead against. "I don't know if they're a boy, I don't think they've seen enough humanoids yet to know how to look like a girl. And you should pay more attention to what people want than what they look like, anyway."
"Yeah, all right."
"This is Juuni," he tells the shapeshifter. "He's a baby dragon - dragons are another kind of person, and babies are very young people who don't know very much and still need a lot of help with things because they're so new to everything."