Sunbeam Lair And miles to go before I sleep

Qamar. An interesting name, truly. It sounded quite pleasant, being another name she'd never heard before. Teekon was certainly full of such names, though she was slowly growing accustomed to names previously unheard of. Though, rather than repeating it back to her, the chieftess simply nodded. The name would be left to tumble around within her mind throughout the rest of their conversation, repeating slowly so that she might lower her chances of butchering it later on. It was neither the first nor last time she would have to take such precautions, for names were one thing she felt to demand the most attention when one spoke them. There was power to each given name, a history that had been with the individual since their birth, possibly even long before. She would not dishonour that.

The response to her query was one she'd been unable to predict, for looking a being over could not reveal their history with the creatures of the water. Yet, when the answer was revealed, she felt relieved, as it was that answer she'd been secretly desiring. Of course, even if the answer had been different, she would have continued with the interview anyways. "I am glad to hear that," she'd stated. "The ability to fish will be necessary until our plants return." As if that hadn't been obvious enough already. Rabbits, birds, rodents, and other small game still lingered, but the herds had gone, and without them they'd have a difficult time. Even for someone with a stature as small as the dragoness', larger game was still necessary, and so she was reluctant to begin imagining how those like Noctura and Jolon might fare. Perhaps, though, they would not suffer as much as predicted if they used what sources they did have. "Have you any interest in teaching others the art of catching fish?" If not, they would manage either way, but having everyone be given an equal chance felt far more appropriate.

There came then the moment in which the young leader was meant to begin answering questions. She did not mind them too much, though the latter was deserving of a vague answer for the time being. "Ryūjin." It was a land of dragons, of magic and loyalties as strong as any family—perhaps even stronger. "We are moderate in size, but our strength is limitless." While she was not the type to boast, she felt her words to be true. Much had happened, but never did they falter. They remained united, allowing for nothing to destroy them. It was their loyalty to one another that prompted such a strong sense of survival, for no one wished to leave the others behind. Those that remained from the very start of things were there to stay, she was sure of it.