Blacktail Deer Plateau Will of the dragon

When the stranger turned and made his face visible, the girl could not help but look upon his scars with hidden wonder. There were many, making her curious of how many battles he might have partaken in within his lifetime. She did not consider the possibility that the scarring had been an intentional thing, a sort of ritual. Such seemed far too ludicrous for the notion to even enter her mind. Though rituals existed within her tribe, the act of performing something meant to leave the body permanently marked was looked upon as barbaric. It was without reason, a taboo with a punishment that was altered for each case. Alas, she knew not of the origins of his various cicatrices, nor were they what she found most interesting about him. His eyes were what claimed that position, their hue unlike any she'd ever seen before. They resembled freshly spilt blood, she'd decided, but were strangely charming in spite of that macabre similarity.

There appeared to be caution in the way he presented herself, which she found was not unusual in the odd environment. It often seemed that those who were alone were always wary of strangers—it was a precaution she understood, but not one she'd been familiar with whilst growing up. Her own demeanor remained relaxed, her intentions plain to see: she meant no harm, nor was she a threat in any other way. She kept herself still and at a respectful distance, wishing not to trigger the fight-or-flight reflex in the male. Then there came his greeting, which had her wishing to learn from where he'd come. His voice carried an accent she was unfamiliar with, causing the common language to sound like a whole other tongue. She took it as in invitation to continue their conversation, and perhaps even learn a bit of the other.

"My name is Asterr Draconid," she began, voice strong yet gentle, too. She did not demand that he return the gesture, though the look in her pale eyes made it clear that a given name would be appreciated, in the very least. "Are you new to these parts?" Even she was still new, for it hadn't been long since her entrance into Teekon. She was still growing familiar with the land itself, as well as all that lived upon it. She'd met a decent amount of the local residents, but suspected she'd hardly scratched the surface of all that was out there. Someday, she hoped to accomplish that, but there was a different task in need of completion beforehand; the founding of her very own tribe. She did not wish to bring just anyone into the group, for Leo was still in need of teachings in the art of defense, but felt the silvery yearling could earn a place there.