Lone Star Mountain belonging to the night

A name was given, but no more words were said after that. She wished to know what he was thinking, what he was considering. Had her efforts paid off, or would he stick to his previous beliefs? She hoped for the prior for a number of reasons, but the main one being that she did not wish for him to be deprived of a chance at joining something simply because he believed himself not a fit for such a life. "Noctura..." she repeated, her voice but a murmur as she tried out his name. It felt foreign on her tongue, but also quite charming in tone. Though the name itself as one she'd never heard before, she found herself taking a liking to it, if only for whom it belonged to.

Asterr approached him, further closing the distance until she was directly in front of him. She'd needed to crane her neck slightly in order to once again meet his gaze, for the closeness would have had her staring at his throat had she not. "Would you like to be apart of my tribe?" she asked, the question direct and tone absent of hesitation. It would be pleasant, perhaps, having him around. The way he viewed himself was far different from that of anyone she'd met in the past, and the dragon could not deny her curiosity in why that was so. She wished to learn more of him, figure out that which made him tick and what drove him to get up each and every morning. Before she could ask him such questions, however, a bond stronger than a mere acquaintanceship would have to be formed, and what better way to do that than to have him nearby? Her voice had since fallen away as she stood in silence, a glint of anticipation in her gaze as she awaited his answer.