Sunbeam Lair This place is so crowded... Wanna get out of here or what

Truly, it was nothing more than for a visit that he’d found his way to the lair, which the dragoness knew she should have expected. For as deceitful as those of his homeland could be, she’d never known him to be a liar; his honesty was a trait that she’d always found to be appealing, making him stand out against so many others. To hear him speak had delighted her, though there had been a swift alteration her demeanor as he’d spoken of her now former mate. Whilst it was clear that his tone of choice had not been directed at her, her ears had still fallen back as a frown pulled her lips down. Draco—whose knowledge was great—hadn’t stirred in even the slightest, knowing that his presence had not been necessary. When it was appropriate to step in is when he usually did so, but then had not been such a time and so he’d kept to himself. Rarely did it occur, but Asterr had been left to experience the encounter as an individual, rather than as one of the sides to a coin.

Although he’d spoken with such a bitter tone previously, it’d easily transitioned into one that was just as sweet as honey in no longer than a moment’s passing. The promise made had been brought up, which had eased the discomfort that’d previously been felt. And though her ears remained at a point between erect and flat, a partial smile had succeeded in settling on her lips. “I do remember,” had been her response, followed by a quick glance towards the scowling hatchling. In spite of the deal she’d made, Asterr nudged the girl in an attempt at getting her to take a few steps forward. Very little time would be spent on attempts at making her move, however, for the mother had learned long ago just how stubborn she could be. With that in mind, she’d looked towards Damien again, having few words to say in regards to the promise. The only thoughts on her mind at the moment revolved around her daughters, and so she’d focused on those, rather than struggling with a topic that she could provide nothing for.

Given that Damien hadn’t been permitted to see them on the day of their births, she had begun by saying, “There are three of them, all girls.” There had been a fondness in her voice and a glimmer in her eyes as she had spoken, always the easiest to be captivated by the information on her darling hatchlings. “This is Airi,” she’d added, motioning towards the child. “The other two have been named Kaori and Shiori.” She knew not then—and likely never would—the irony of their names, given the religion under which their father had been birthed.