Sunbeam Lair so they asked why

Unto them a plague had been cast, stealing away with it their greenery and yearning for their deaths.

The events of the days prior had left the girl distraught, her usual demeanor having been shed, replaced by frantic movements and absurd notions. Ideas had struck her, and as of late she'd found herself considering taking the long journey back to whence she'd come. With her she'd wished to bring her tribe, to merge them with her family's in the hopes that they could all thrive and live a life of luxury. Yet, as she'd allowed for more of her time to be wasted upon the thought, it dawned on her just how cowardly doing so would be. They had survived the encounter with their neighbours so long ago, they had survived the journey to the lair, and so she wished to believe that they would survive this, too. Even still, her hopes did not ease her worries, for she knew right away what types of hardships they'd be forced to endure. Without the flora of the land to attract the herds, they would be deprived of the grand meals they'd grown accustomed to having. Without the herds, they would feel the sharp pangs of hunger in their stomachs each night, but she believed they would survive it all. Somehow, someway, they would manage. They would pull through until the land could flourish once more, until their herds returned and they were well enough to hunt. They were dragons, every last one of them, and they would not hang their heads and accept defeat.

While she felt certain, it was still with a heavy mind that she'd departed from the shelter of the lair, ascending along the ridges of its side until the space overhead was reached. She was comfortable moving over the rough terrain, her pads having since grown used to the feeling. Asterr was comforted by the gentle breeze that swept passed her, embracing her briefly before billowing out around her elfin frame. The sounds of the lingering locusts could still be heard if one was silent enough, but she paid little mind to them, wanting for nothing more than to banish them from the earth altogether. Yet, such a power was not one she possessed, nor was it in her nature to go on such a violent rampage. Thus the idea was dropped and her walk continued, her next stop occurring only when she'd spotted a familiar, dark and looming form. To his side she'd gone, giving no verbal indications of her approach, and then beside him she had settled. To the stars his gaze could be traced, and so she'd glanced at them for a moment or two, before directing her optics back to him. Still, she did not speak, admiring his stature in silence as a mass of questions invaded her mind. Finally, though, she'd settled upon one, having plucked it from the crowds and allowed it the time to process correctly. To Noctura the dragoness then spoke, her question few in words, but just as necessary as one of great lengths.

"What do the stars tell you tonight?"