Dragonsong by Anne McCaffrey:
The fire lizards might understand less than a child three Turns old, but they responded with small cries and flapping wings to any of the dragon songs, as if they appreciated the fact that she was singing about their kin.
There was no doubt in Menolly's mind that these lovely creatures were related to the huge dragons. How she didn't know and didn't really care. But if you treated them them the way weyrmen treated their dragons, the fire lizards resonded. She, in turn, began to understand their moods and needs, and insofar as she was able, supplied them.
They grew quickly, those first days. So quickly that she was hard pressed to keep their mouths full.
Dragonsinger by Anne McCaffrey
Menolly opened it, carefully brushing aside the warm sand that covered the precious fire lizard egg. It was harder, but not much more so than when she had given it to the Masterharper at Benden Weyr the prevous evening.
"It's fine, Master Robinton, just fine. And the pot is warm enough too," she said, running her hands down the sides. She replaced the sand and the top and rose. "When we brought the clutch back to Benden Weyr two days ago, Weyrwoman Lessa said it would take a seven-day for them to hatch, so we've five days more."
Would you like to have a fire lizard? Why?