Sunbeam Lair moonbeams

If Noctura dwelled on what could or couldn't be, his life so far would have been very miserable indeed. His suffering had come from the dangers of his own instincts, rather than the wish for another way of life, or the regret that he'd never had it. No innocent childhood, no pack life, no peace of mind — growing up he'd had little, but that hadn't weighed heavily on him. Life was too beautiful for that. And it was too beautiful to dwell on that star now — to sit here and hope that Ryūjin was safe from what Aquila may or may not have in store for it. And he knew in his heart that Asterr felt the same. From what he had seen, she prioritised the present as it stood now, and her plans for the future were optimistic and rational.

He turned his silver eyes from the sky to gaze down upon the small female, who, despite her youth, looked as regal as ever in the growing starlight. Noctura listened to her words with interest. A vessel, he repeated, finding it a curious word to describe creatures such as Asterr who could speak with dragon deities. I wonder who came before you. It was a question, but worded in such a way that avoided tying her to obligation. She did not have to answer. They prioritised the present, after all.