Sunbeam Lair Coming Back

The other female's tone had been rather cheery, unfitting to the level of seriousness Asterr believed the encounter to have. She did not return the pleasantries, focusing on the true matter at hand: why Winter had left them. When an answer had been given, however, it wasn't overly insightful. "You should have told someone you were leaving," she pointed out. "Do you think no one worried over your absence?" When a member left them, she always knew. It started with the lessening of fresh scents, and carried on to them never being seen. Asterr knew when someone left, but only ever after the fact. Never did they alert her of their leaving when they decided to stay away for long stretches of time, which always made her wonder. Most of all, however, it saddened her, for it was the destruction of the loyalty she'd believed them to have once had.

"You speak of missing home, but are we only ever your home when it is most convenient to you?" the dragoness questioned. "You had told no one of your plan to leave, and yet here you are now, speaking about having missed us." Despite the swelling feeling within her chest, her voice remained even, calm. "Why should I allow you back into my tribe?" She had asked the same thing of Ezimette way back when, and was not about to change her approach now. The female had done wrong by them, the tribe, and so the Draconid wasn't so sure she could trust her again.