Gyrfalcon's Keep That I could be looking for

A question had arisen, one of which she'd not felt herself prepared to answer. There was a need, a desire, but it was something that could be ignored by her if attentions were left to linger elsewhere. She could think with reason, still, to a certain degree. Yet, in spite of this, she'd found herself wondering of his words. In regards to his candidacy, he'd not be a terrible runner, body lacking in deformities and overall health seeming well enough. The final decision was, however, not hers to make. There was a greater power whose opinion was deemed necessary, and so she'd sought him out within the recesses of her mind, but it was without results. For though the beast was still found to rest there, his presence was not as pressing, having been sent into a state of dormancy. It left her at a loss for words, as well as with an inability to make a decision swiftly.

The choice was something she could make on her own, in truth, and this she knew. Still, it was left as something she'd not allow for herself to give a definite answer on, mind heavy with thoughts of what was fair and what was not. To command him was not her place, believing he possessed a right to think and act for himself despite how obedient he might show himself to be. And so it was after a moment's thought that she'd asked, "Would you like for me to have a need of you?" Draco was lost to his slumber, his opinion unable to be offered or felt. It was as if she was acting blindly, her guide missing with no word of his return having been heard. Asterr considered what he might do—she truly had—and so no matter the choice made, it would be respected.