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Friends had been hard to come by in her younger days. One would think that, given her standing in her birth tribe, she would have constantly been swarmed by others her own age, that she would have always had everyone's undivided attention. Such assumptions were, in fact, true—however, few of those who knew of her could be titled as a true friend. Acquaintances, tribe mates, peers, and even followers were those who'd surrounded her. Family, too, along with the others who respected her for the gift she possessed, but only a select few had ever drawn near enough emotionally and spiritually to obtain her defined friendship. Each of which, as strange as it might seem to outsiders, were members of her blood family. Alas, she'd never given it much thought, for the dragoness was not one to seek out an abundance of kindred spirits.

Asterr was pleased by his willingness to share his own tale of childhood, and remained silent to give him the verbal room to speak. She was not the impatient sort, thinking little of his pause—she'd accepted it right away, actually, quickly having decided it to be warranted. No longer were they strangers, but they also weren't close. Well, not enough to make the idea of a complete divulgence of their past experiences without an ounce of hesitation seem reasonable, but enough so that they were comfortable around one another. They could speak freely, or so was the girl's belief, but that didn't mean times would never come in which the other might not be fully comfortable. Certain aspects of life, specific memories, were sometimes just not the type of things meant to be dug up and shared. The fact alone that he was willing to even considering delving into the past was, by far, more than enough.

Noctura shared his story, reminding her of his closeness to the humans. Such was still something she worried over, even though she had been assured they'd not harmed him. The part about being a nomad and his father's traits were new, however, and she found herself wishing to hear more. "How far did the two of you travel with each day?" the yearling inquired, her movements pausing briefly as she inspected a gap, but it was abandoned rather quickly. "Your father... did he ever lash out at you?" Perhaps it was asking too much of him to relive past memories, but she couldn't help herself. The concern she felt towards him was too great for her to abandon the idea of being told more.