Sunbeam Lair the cat man of aleppo

*gives your weed a name & purpose*

Though she would have preferred it if Shiori had waited for an adult before having left the den, she was not upset by it. She would not punish her child for having been curious, wanting more than anything for each of them to start learning about the world as a whole. Winter was approaching and they were growing, so it was only a matter of time before their lessons began. They would each be taught of that which surrounded them, as well as of their family and Draco—but that would all be saved for a later date. For now, they were still too young for anything serious.

When the hatchling moved towards a weed, Asterr was close behind. She did not reach out to stop the child from moving, but had instead moved around to stand on the opposite side of the plant. Lowering her head, she nosed at the leaves before looking back towards Shiori, inviting her closer to investigate further. “Broadleaf plantain,” the dragoness said, unable to prevent herself from sharing some knowledge with the girl. “It can help you when you get hurt.” Helpful and plentiful, the one weed that no one should kill.