Northstar Vale Lonely boy, crazy boy

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Upon the noticing of her presence, it was witnessed that the male's tail had started to wag. The motion was chaotic, she'd quickly concluded, frantic and at risk of carrying him away with the birds. She did not voice the little joke her mind had concocted, believing it to be impolite and not at all kind. Never would she speak to anyone in such a rude manner, especially if they had only just met. It was lucky, too, that she wouldn't have had the chance to speak anyways, for the pallid wolf had dived headfirst into a conversation. He'd explained himself, giving a name and that which he sought—a friend. The concept of "friendships" was not foreign to her, but she was also not entirely familiar with it. All of her friends had been relatives, siblings and cousins, even grandparents and the like. Though the prior had been close, or exactly, her own age, there was something different about platonic relationships formed between those who were related and those who were not.

"It is nice to meet you, Neptune," the yearling began, having waited a moment or two after his voice had died down. "My name is Asterr Draconid." A smile accompanied her own introduction, features clearly amiable. His question was one she refrained from answering right away, needing to take another few minutes to form a proper response. To befriend him couldn't be a bad thing, but she knew that wasn't how a true friendship was meant to be created. "I would gladly be your friend," she began. "However, I do not believe a simple question and answer can lead to such a relationship. A bond must be formed, and to do so requires time. A period meant to allow two individuals to get to know one another, to ensure their personalities are fit for a friendship." All the while she spoke, her tone remained calm and polite. She did not wish to offend, or even turn down his offer, but merely wished to share her view on the matter.

While the female had spoken with utmost politeness, it had seemed as if her words were not meant to be accepted. Things had fallen quiet thereafter, before Asterr finally decided to take her leave. She knew not if she would ever see the male again, but hoped the encounter might be better if she ever did. It was with a great deal of questions unanswered that she'd traveled back to her home then, the silence being her only prominent memory of the odd meeting.