Sunbeam Lair narrow stairs

The girl had been seeking out a specific member of her tribe when the howl rang out from a distance away. She recognized the voice, placing a face to match it with ease, and understood the message within it. It was surprising to her, at first, that it had not been Jolon to call her, for often did it seem as if he was patrolling their borders. No matter, she appreciated the newer member stepping up and displaying her usefulness, for it showed her opinion of the tribe. After all, she could think of no one that might linger near to the cavern's entrance without a purpose, and so was glad that Avannon's was a positive one. Still, she had no desire to leave her waiting for very long, as there existed within the world some beings that preferred authoritative figures over those that were not; her reasoning to reach them sooner rather than later was not to cater to the outsiders demands, but to ensure that the safety of her subordinate was properly maintained.

Asterr had arrived after the stranger had introduced herself, but just in time to hear Avannon respond to her. Her ears had perked at the name—Menta—for its beauty and unfamiliarity intrigued her. Such interest, however, never quite reached her features as she emerged from the cavern, as she did not wish to send the wrong message. The outsider would have the same chance as everyone else to prove herself, whether it be with plain words or grand vows, thus leaving the outcome of the encounter in her hands. Yet, the girl did not address her right away, having chosen to look to her tribe mate instead after having come up along her left side. "Avannon, you may stay if that is what you desire, but are permitted to leave as well if you would rather do that," the dragoness voiced, offering a reassuring smile in the process. The female's presence was no longer necessary, but even still, she would leave it as her decision to make on whether or not she was to witness the joining process.

Thereafter, the girl had returned her attention to the stranger, offering a small nod in greeting. "Good evening, Menta. My name is Asterr Draconid," the chieftess began. "Is it council you seek, or a place within our tribe?" Knowledge of a visitor had been shared with her, but the reasoning for her being there had not been mentioned directly, and she refused to assume a total strangers reasoning behind doing anything.