Lone Star Mountain belonging to the night

The male's choice of wording had been almost poetic, but even so she was not convinced. His reasoning, she found, was flawed. No matter how someone was raised, they were always able to change themselves if they wished to do so. Rarely was anything ever set in stone, and so she could not honestly say his answer was accepted. Rather than her mind being set towards something else, her determination to learn more of him and how he processed things grew. "If a fish were to be offered a chance at flight, do you not believe they would take it?" Logically speaking, the chances of such ever happening were practically nonexistent, but she'd wished to make a point. "Whether something is meant for us or not, that does not mean we are unable to pursue it if it is presented to us," the girl stated. "If to be able to discover that type of magic is something you desire, nothing should hold you back from accomplishing that."

Loyalty is something she sought, the promise that a member would stay within her tribe for as long as they may remain whole. From what the male had said, and the fact that he was a wanderer, she could not see such a guarantee coming from him. However, she was still willing to offer him a place within her home, for that which he wished to witness would then be given to him—in turn, perhaps, he might even realize that he enjoys a life with companions rather than being alone. "I can offer you a chance at viewing the magic you are interested in." The dragon's gaze locked onto his own, watching and awaiting what more he had to say. "Even if you choose to leave, would it not have been worth it?" Asterr had been given the loyalty of several others before him, but this time around she did not request it. There was an offer for him to join her, but also the knowledge that she would not hold it against him if he'd end up leaving later on.