Shadow Mountain tell me what color the sun really is

And she would love for him to see it all for himself, if only the rain would cease its downfall. Perhaps it was a message from Zennyo Ryūō, though what he'd hoped to accomplish by trapping them there could only be assumed. Of course, she'd wished to believe that it was for the sole purpose of getting to know one another, but the cards currently stacked had started to fall in favour of something else. It was but a mere notion, a thought that she could locate no solid evidence for. She could only wonder if the dragon of Ryūjin had arranged their meeting of one another, as well as if he could truly be the one to blame for the storm outside. If it had been him, however, she wondered if it was because the male had earned the beast's attention somehow—but whether it'd been by doing something good or bad, there existed no details to tell for sure.

Asterr had shifted beneath his gaze, uncertainty stirring within her chest. She'd lured her attention elsewhere, thankfully, letting her previous thoughts go dormant until she could approach the queries within her mind better. "I would like for you to stay near to me once we arrive," she'd shared, her tone of voice hardly having left it open for discussion. Thus far he'd proved to be someone that was in control himself, that she could trust, and so she'd do what she could to prevent him from straying. "You have proven to control yourself far better than another of my tribe, and so your presence at my side is necessary until everything has returned to normal within me." She did not specify when exactly his task would begin, having unconsciously decided to leave him with the opportunity to choose that bit for himself.